So, it turns out that every bookshop in Cork city is pretty much sold out of anything a I might want to read. You walk into Waterstones to have any inquiries met with something along the lines of “Books, yeah. We used to have lots of those in here. Not now though, and all the publishers are closed for the holidays so don’t even think about ordering something. How about this? I’ll turn my back and you can steal some of the shelving if it will make you feel better. Deal? Eh?” I spent an abrasive few hours searching for a few books, in particular The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle. If you’ve not already read it it’s a wonderful book. The sort of book you read and then want to have tattooed onto your body.
Now, wouldn’t that be a great chat-up line? “Hey. Want to see Chapter 6?”