I used to work in Sydenham Library
'Twas a Saturday job. Good money but dull. As a teenager, it was the place where I discovered just how viciously competitive old ladies could be.
Any time a new Catherine Cookson / Barbara Cartland etc (this was many moons ago) book was due out there'd be the same clutch of angry old biddies insisting they were the first on the reserve list.
If there was a delay in publication it was my fault. If the old cow was in hospital and missed her reserve date then it was my fault if some other biddy got the book.
So, fuck it, it was the right thing to do to swap the covers so instead of some romantic shit as promised on the outside, they started reading a Sven Hassel or James Herbert, the bitches.

I also used to draw tiny cocks in the pages of large print books.
( FishNChimps Achtung! Spitfeuer!, Sat 13 Dec 2008, 0:51, Reply)