In which I deck the shelves with lots of books

First of all, THIS WAS MY DINNER ON THURSDAY NIGHT

Suckling pig from St Katherines in Kew. I was in a food coma for three days after this.

Seriously blog, money might not buy happiness but since I’ve had this job money has bought me a five course banquet at St Katherines (including one tenth of that pig), tickets to Eddie Izzard (greatest night of my year) and a third-share in a XBox Kinect which will go down in history as THE GREATEST THING ANYONE IN THIS HOUSE HAS EVER BOUGHT.

One of my many new years resolutions that I’m working on for next year is to blog more. About what, I have no idea. But I will. Once I think of something.

In the meantime, I’m going to wallow in my own crapulence for a while, because I GOT ALL MY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING DONE IN NOVEMBER. I’ve never been so awesome. Naturally everyone is getting books, so for my own personal exaltation here is what I bought:

My grandpa: Life on Air by David Attenborough
My Pop: The Black Echo by Michael Connelly
Pop’s girlfriend Bern: The Snowman by Jo Nesbo
Dad: Game of Thrones by GRR Martin
Mum: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safan Foer
My brother: Don’t Tell Mum I Work on the Rigs, She Thinks I’m A Piano Player in a Whorehouse by Paul Carter
My bro’s girlfriend – The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Schaffer

In the interests of full disclosure, I have almost no idea what the Paul Carter book is about, and I really don’t care if my brother even reads it. That’s got to be one of the all time greatest book titles EVER.

What books are you buying this Christmas interwebs? What books are you hoping Santa might chuck down the chimney? And are you as excited about the new Sherlock Holmes book as I am?

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