Having woken up this bright Saturday morning slightly worse for wear following the (now apparently sanctioned by management) “one cheeky Friday beer”, I found myself in a quandary.
Do I waste away in bed all day and do nothing, or do I get up and make something of it?
Well in reality I did a bit of both and eventually emerged from my pit around 10AM – a momentous lie-in by my standards.
I’d decided to finally tick off a visit to Foyles bookstore from my “things to do in London” list. I figured that with all the time in the world to play with, I could get off the train a few miles away, point myself in the right direction and just walk. London is perfect for this because you cannot fail to A) see something you’ve never noticed before, and B) get lost.
So that is what I did.
Slight hiccup in that the trains weren’t running from my home town so I had to hold my breath, count to ten and jump on a bus, which took forever.
On the plus side though, I found myself a whole host of very interesting small book shops on the way – mostly second hand.
What I didn’t do was take ANY photos of, or in, Foyles…
But I can safely say that if you are in London, and you are a bit of a book fiend like myself, make sure you plan in a visit. It is a wondrous place in which I could have easily emptied my entire bank account.
I did exercise a degree of self restraint mind you, and only came home with three books:
The Way of Life According to Lao Tzu Poetry – Second hand from Quinto and Francis Edwards Booksellers
Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg I am determined to write gooder English. From Foyles
The Silent Cry by Kenzaburo Oe I have a thing for Japanese literature… also from Foyles.