Time for a rather overdue catch-up of the gains from the last month or so. First up, the haul from the last jumble of the year at Plumpton. Striped T-shirt, given to S the Lodger; spotted circle-skirt; two men’s shirts (unsuccessful and unflattering, given away in the Grand Clothes Swap, more on which to follow); a couple of books (a Hobsbawm history and Joshua Ferris’ Then We Came To The End, a book I was enjoying until D left in a hotel room and I never did find out exactly what The End was); and a nice solid vintage suitcase in which to store all my excess and unwanted finds, things for pending redistribution, etc.
And whilst on the subject of books, some more additions to the shelves. The three urbanism/transport texts – reflecting the sort of stuff now frequently preoccupying me in my normal working day – came from Oxfam Books outlets passed on my wanderings in Turnham Green, Islington and Covent Garden, Londoners presumably interested in this kind of thing. The Toronto book’s particularly intriguing – essays visualising potential transformation patterns, from architects, engineers, artists, music promoters, activists, business people and generally creative types alike, which has rather made me wonder whether such a project would be in any way feasible for Brighton… The other pile includes a characterful old paperback edition of Dubliners (given to a friend building up a library in her new house) and a second Hobsbawn. These are an attempt to compensate for the really quite appalling fact that I was encouraged (forced, even) to give up history at school at the age of 14, due to conflicts in the timetabling of GCSEs that year. How can it be right that kids have to narrow down their options at such a young age?