Yes, Borders the bookshop people (bought out in Australia in a management buyout after the company floundered) got me a new copy of Killing Che. Before I went on the hour long drive to pick it up I asked them to check if all the pages were there...
“Funny you should ask that,” said the girl cheerfully, “yes, from page 208 they’re missing until you get to page 241!”
So why would I want that, then?
Honestly you wonder how anyone in this chain – book publisher, book printers, bookshop – can possibly run any business, or even stay in business.
I’m going to get in touch direct with the bloke who wrote the book and see what he thinks. Bet he’ll love it his book is useless to read.
In other news, well the nippers are on school holiday now, or at least Six is, Three is still going to pre-school on his two days a week. That alone presents problems because Three wonders what Six is doing all day while he’s away slaving it out over his morning tea, climbing frames and a fight or two over ownership of a piece of Lego. I have to constantly inmpress on Six that whatever we do should not be transmitted to Three, otherwise the late afternoon degenerates into a prolonged and nasty fight that makes the Taliban look like pussycats.
Yesterday we went to try Tae-Kwon-Do which for those of you who don’t know, is a ‘sport’ where you learn to pummel an opponent almost to death – well, that’s what it looked like to me.
They dress it up by saying it gives the kids confidence but frankly all it seems to do is give them confidence to go out and maim other kids, or maybe I’m missing something.
Anyhow, of course Six is a boy so he loved it and despite being told by the trainer, “not to take this outside this room”, (oh yeah, sure) he tackled everyone he could on the way back to the car, via the supermarket. The old bloke with the white stick hardly knew what hit him down by the cold meats counter.