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PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE PLAY IT! The stupid game has not done a very good job of promoting this level as of yet. Sorry about the video quality. Just play the actual level. This video is only meant to entice you.

*creams*. I love you Tim!

I went in a second-hand book store today and was greeted with that yummy-tummy musky smell of “froust” (as I like to call it, I’m not sure of its value as a real word).

Filling all the shelves and empty space were piles upon piles (upon piles) of books. Books here. Books there. Books fucking everywhere. The old kind of books.

Like this:

The ones that don’t have a cover picture and are bound really nicely. And like the pages are all lovely and thick and yellowy. The kind of books that have suffered like 30 house moves but have never been read.

Ok I lie - but seriously - in a contemporary world I feel these lovely old books are for show. If you’re trying to give off a classical, high-brow, authoritive persona to your guests - what better way than to fill your shelves with old books bound in the 1800’s. You don’t have to have read them. You don’t have to have read the blurb. In fact the pages could be filled with the words “Sammy is a goddess” for all that it really matters because simply at the end of the day - they will make you seem to be important.

There were quite a few people in the bookshop and I happened to overhear their conversation a wee bit:

*READ IN A FAKE POSH ACCENT* (the underlying Walsall[ian] tone was ever present)

“Oh, smashing, look, classics are upstairs. Let’s head up there before we persevere down here.”

Noses pointed in the air they marched themselves up the stairs in search of some “classic literature”.

IF THEY BOUGHT ANY BOOKS (I hadn’t the time for wait for them to come down) YOU COULD JUST TELL THEY WERE GOING TO BE USED AS AN ORNAMENT.

God, it makes me mad. Why don’t people be who they are - why do they spend so much time carefully building and filling out a persona they think they should be.

I, of course, don’t know for sure that they were using the books as imagery for “I WANT TO BE POSH” but to me the accent said it fucking all.  I’m never wrong about people (arrogant I am, yes). Grrr.

It’s such a shame really - there were a lot of nice books out there and there’s probably a FAKE home somewhere, with a copy of “Old Curiosity Shop” or something sitting on someones shelf RIGHT NOW being used as a fucking ornament instead of being read and treasured by someone genuinely interested. Alas that person will have to put up with the “Penguin Classics” edition and done with.

Well, hey, at least they’re annotated (DAMN YOU DICKENS!).

Ironically, I shelled out on old-school copy of “Through The Looking-Glass”. I put it on my shelf in prime position as soon as I got home.

`By-the-bye, what became of the baby?’ said the Cat. `I’d nearly forgotten to ask.’

`It turned into a pig,’ Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back in a natural way.

`I thought it would,’ said the Cat, and vanished again.

Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. `I’ve seen hatters before,’ she said to herself; `the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won’t be raving mad–at least not so mad as it was in March.’ As she said this, she looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.

`Did you say pig, or fig?’ said the Cat.

`I said pig,’ replied Alice; `and I wish you wouldn’t keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite giddy.’

`All right,’ said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

`Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,’ thought Alice; `but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!’