I read an interview with Twiggy in which she talked about clothes swap parties. Apparently women meet up, bring along clothes that don’t fit any more or that they no longer like and then spend the evening stripping off and trying everything on. It immediately struck me that you could do the same with books. Only without the stripping. Which is a shame, thinking about it.
And how while you’re doing what you’re doing now, and while you’re thinking what you’re thinking now there are whole other lives going on in which you are nothing, and whole other places where you are not, and which you will never see, from the home of the man you pass each morning on the way to work furthermost depths of empty space.
In which guests are local authors Mark Keating & Warwick Cairns, and one of our bookswappers brings in probably the best cake in the world.
In which 2 of our new bookswappers, get into the spirit of things and do more swapping than anyone else…ever.
I think in this century we have less and less personal liberty as the years roll on. The romantic heart of piracy is liberty. Freedom. Escape.
When I was younger, I’d hear all the old people come out with the most extraordinary things – things you aren’t meant even to think these days, much less come out with in polite company. But actually, I’m beginning to see the point of it now. Beginning to see the attraction, as it were.