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Has it’s advantages.

If you are ill, lying in bed and gorging on these is very acceptable.

A big shout-out to Ms Clark, Ms DeForest and Ms Walker. I’m still a little confused about ‘He’ll render you very dead’, (Said by Mr. Cowboy to Ms. Heiress, ofcourse), but other than that, these cardboard cutouts of gorgeous turkey farmers and bounty hunters are pretty great. I’m running out of them now, which is making me nervous. There’s a nice little David Lodge on my bedside table that I’m sure is mocking me, wittily of course, because Lodge is very witty, but I can’t help it. I’m afraid I’m a goner.

I must soon visit that man who sells second hand mills and boons and harlequin romance (yes, that’s what they are, in case you didn’t guess). No reason. He’s just a nice man, and I want to say hello.

I don’t usually want celebrity signatures on books and napkins and notebooks and bras. I’ve never stood in line to get a glimpse and some ink. So far. But even I, have a list.

 Satyajit Ray- But Of course.

 Bill Watterson, because he is a genius.

 Sir A.C. Doyle, because I love his moustache.

 Pieter Brueghel The Elder, because he’s made thatONE painting that’s probably going to stay with me forever.

 W.H. Auden, because he’s the shit, poetically speaking.

 Roald Dahl, because have you read him?

 Oscar Wilde, because he’s the original SmartAss

 Agatha Christie, because she really knows how to tell a story.

And

 Stephen King, because even in broad daylight, he can scare the shit out of me.

There are more, must be. I’ve already come up with two more pretty awesome names while typing this sentence. Maybe I am an autograph-taker after all. Though, should I be worried that 77.77% of these people are very dead?)