here is a big catch up of all the stuff that (because we're busy as bananas) we haven't had a chance to tell you.
It rained this week. Since we've opened, it seems to have done that more than would be considered average. This makes me blue (not in a political sense. I don't want to bring politics into this blog). It also hailed. Look see, look.. You see?
Look see, look again. But more
It was a bit stinky. We also had a leak. Look see, look I originally suspected it was the Hippopotomus on our roof, eating cake that caused it. But no, it seemed to be the hole in the roof. So I apologised to the hippo, and started to bail out the shop.
Once suitably bailed, the sun decided to rear it's elusive head. Taunting us with it's big yellowness (not that this suggests that I support any particular political party, heaven forbid), and a spectacular rainbow appeared. Look see, look. Rainbows are lovely aren't they?
The rainy day was the same day that we had Tom Hodgkinson in, and thankyou once again to all the people that came to support both us and him on that night. It really was appreciated.
Here's another thing.
Customer orders are a really important thing for us in the shop. This suggests a few things, both good and bad. Bad thing is that we don't have the right books in the shop, which is why people have to order them. Good thing is that we can get these things really quicky and also people want to order from us. It's probably a bit of all these, but as long as people keep ordering and we keep supplying the books quicker than speedy gonzalez then hurrah!
Here's the man we rely on to deliver these books to us (the one on the left). He rocks, and it's always a mystery when he's going to turn up. But he rocks. We think that this man could soon become an internet sensation.
Here's the last thing today.
I enjoy writing on this blog, and I hope that you enjoy reading it. Although it is a blog about opening a bookshop and all the hilarious trouser related incidents that happen (Tim's trousers fell down at a pub quiz last week by the way, he really should tell you all about it), about 35.2% of it has nothing to do with bookselling. It's about things that happen around the shop and around Wood Green. I love Wood Green, as i've mentioned 23 times before on this blog, and sometimes things happen that effect the shop and the area in some way. Actually, sometimes things happen that have nothing to do with the shop or the area (like the music on the blog, or the 'Hoots mon, there's juice loose aboot this hoose' video I put on last week). Sometimes they are light hearted, and sometimes they aren't.
Here's the crux of the point. It's our blog, and our opinions are on it. Sometimes they are Tim's opinions and sometimes they are mine. I've probably tried a bit too hard not to offend anyone in the past, as I have a tendency to worry too much about what other people think. I miss many nights sleep worrying about things that most people consider unimportant. But we both have opinions, and I think it's only right that, when we feel it's appropriate, we share them.
Now some of you might disagree with these opinions, and that's fine. You can decide to read this blog or not. But it would be a big old lie to not say stuff that we thought was relevent. And lots of stuff is relevent. So there we are.
It's likely that nothing will change and we'll continue to photograph delivery drivers, and celebrate Wood Green Graffiti. But, from this day forth (or fifth), I for one will decide what I write on this blog.
So the first thing i'm going to write with that knowledge is.
I'm not really a fan of the reality TV series Strictly Come Dancing. Yes, I know that the majority of the UK are big fans of this, but sometimes majorities are wrong. Sometimes people are swept away on a ridiculous rollercoaster of personalities like Bruce Forsyth(who usually I think is brilliant). I blame tabloids like the Sun (who I also am not a huge fan of), and The Standard (ditto, not Beth), for making programmes like these popular, when in fact they are a real waste of time and are about as useless as Graham Norton without an autocue. Yes, we all think that it's all just a bit of fun, but just think about it for a second and you'll realise that what you're watching is pepople who can't dance, dancing.......
think about it..............
think about it.........
but you vote for them to stay in until the next time, so you can watch them again.
Anyway, that's my opinion.