Playing silly buggers in the snow. Mount Wellington, August 2010.
Circumstances yet again conspire against me!
I had intended to make this post the very first in a Friday Book Club [of one] mediation on what I have reading of late, but alas, today I do not have the time to do it justice. That said, I promise that next week I shall ruminate on whatever it is that has occupied my bus journeys and lunch breaks during the week.
So dear reader, expect a treatise on George Orwell’s slumming it Down and Out in Paris and London; Evelyn Waugh getting amongst it in Abyssinia and Muriel Spark’s loitering with intent amongst a band of lunatics.
To ease the pain, here’s another shot, this time in vivid colour panoramic