The Little Things

There are few pleasures to be taken from working in a commercial bookshop. The hours are bad, the pay is largely non-existant. There are some good people to be found, but they seem to be a dying breed. You have to make your own fun, if there's to be any.

There's a section in our store called MBS, which is where hippie nonsense and conspiracy theory books go. If it's batshit crazy, it goes there. Which is why we've taken it upon ourselves to put all the creation science books on a big display there, right next to the David Icke books. The crowning glory though is a row of books, alternating between Ann Coulter's 'Slander' and a charming book called 'Who Built the Moon?'.

It's nice to poke a little gentle fun now and then.

For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to turn the Ulster Cycle of Irish myth into a computer game. I'm now trying to turn a jumbled and confused myth into a chronological story, and flat, illogical characters into actual human beings. It's like trying to turn an episode of Neighbours into Citizen Kane. I'm going to have a headache for some considerable time.