I have given up my subscription to the London Review of Books. Two reasons, the first is I found I was reading that more than the books themselves and it seemed counter-productive, the other is that I was tidying up my study and found thereof them still in the wrapper. This reveals I just didn't have the time. Its not really a case of making time, like using your gym membership but it was a case of which one should go and I decided the gym membership was better for my wellbeing. But just a short one today because I am off to see my dad and nephews for a three generational dialogue of Melrose boys which should be a great deal of fun. I wonder if they will know this song:
