‘We look like a couple of nerdy backpackers.’ ‘That’s because we are.’ On Monday, Sarge and I went to Newcastle (ish) to visit a friend of mine from University (the first one). She was the friend from this post and featured in the beginning of this one. Through no fault of our own we’d seen each other all of twice in five years. Before Monday, Em hadn’t met Sarge, and we are going on three. Because I don’t have a…
‘Is the chair coming off?’ the bus-driver asked Sarge. ‘No,’ I said ‘I thought I’d leave the chair here and walk off myself. Have a nice day.’ And I went down the ramp. Two more ramps and I was on a train to Glasgow. As I dug my book out of my backpack, I realised this was the first time I’d done such a trip without Sarge. And I began to miss him, because I am sap. I had plans…
I recently finished Warm Bodies, a post-apocalypse love story in which one of the couple happens to be a zombie with other zombie friends. I was going to say it’s not my usual, but I’ve decided I don’t have a go-to genre anymore. I’ll read anything. If it’s good. But of course I won’t know if it’s good until I read it. I can’t say no to anything, really. Especially a book I can read in one night while Sarge…
