Book Purgatory

Hola. Hope you are well.

Another varied week for this unknown comedian. For starters I was put in my place on Twitter by a radio presenter on a national radio station. In his defence I did Tweet him with a link to a blog post that I wrote that was less than complimentary about his football team, Chelsea and at least he did respond. Normally, when I tweet famous people, such as, Noel Gallagher, Rod Stewart, Neil ‘Dr’ Fox, Kenny Dalglish, John Barnes, Gary Lineker, Michael Owen, they ignore me. Typically, the one that does respond, has a go at me. As I am a fan of his radio show I know part of his schtick is being a grumpy Chelsea fan and to show there was no hard feelings I tweeted him back to compliment him about a feature on his show. He then backtracked a little, so all is good in the world, and I have something to open my weekly blog post with. It also allows me to ask the question, when have you been contacted by a famous person/when has a famous person put you in your place? (feel free to contact me via the comments button).

On last week’s blog post, I mentioned how I was reading ‘The Bell Jar’. You’d think that this would be a straight forward thing for a fully grown adult but no. I got to page 108 and then realised pages 111 to 119 were missing. The problem I had is that although 8 pages aren’t that many and I could just continue reading and it wouldn’t make that much difference, in my head these 8 pages are now the most important 8 pages in the book.

My plan was to go to a library and read the 8 pages in the library and then get on with living the rest of my life. So I checked online if my local library had a copy and went a long with a copy of my book, just in case the page numbers were different in the copy the library had. All very sensible stuff I’m thinking. I go to the section of the library where the book should be and there is no sign of the book, plenty of Jodi Picoult but no Sylvia Plath. I asked at the counter and the librarian said it should be in the library, it could be on the returned shelves. This is where books go when they have been returned but have not yet been put on the proper shelves, like the library version of purgatory. The problem with these shelves is that they are not in any order, so I ended up scrambling on the floor with a copy of The Bell Jar in one hand, whilst looking for another copy of said book. I must have come across as being some sort of Sylvia Plath addict. The upshot of all this is that I still haven’t managed to locate a copy of the book with those 8 pages in, maybe this week will prove more fruitful.

And Finally… on last week’s blog post I asked ‘what’s the earliest you’ve been sacked’? Regular contributor to this blog, Simon, mentioned how he left a job at 2:15 in the morning but there was no public transport to take him home. so he had to take a taxi those 35 miles at a cost of £150. This made me think what’s the most you’ve paid in a taxi. So what’s the most you’ve paid in a taxi?

Til next time, stay safe!


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