It's been a funny sort of St Valentine's Day. My local Greene King pub only had draught cider on the hand pulls which didn't go down well with me. In fact it didn't go down at all and I left, my thirst unsated. The rub here was that I had ticked all the boxes on my loyalty card and I'd anticipated cashing it in for a buckshee pint of Abbot Ale.
Nevertheless, the watering hole around the corner had, amongst other temptations, Hobgoblin, a very fine ale, so I settled myself comfortably in a corner with a pint of the same and Bill Bryson's The Lost Continent.*
Like all of Bryson's books this isn't a laugh a page, it's a laugh a sentence! This man is just so perceptive of what's wrong with the world or, in this case, America.
Published in 1989, Donald Trump is mentioned as a developer slowly taking over New York.
However, the line I like most is: "Can there anywhere be a breed of people more irritating and imbecilic as disc jockeys?"
Amen. Lance
* Bill Bryson - The Lost Continent. Black Swan Books ISBN 0-552-99808-7
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