At 57 Mount Pleasant Street

Bronwyn and I once had the pleasure (or terror) of seeing The Proclaimers live at the T in the Park festival in Scotland, and I must say I've never been part of a scarier crowd. We both very nearly cried, but then neither of us thrive in chaos at the best of time. We just thought that we like "500 Miles" sort of, and we could hum along with it, but the experience was like being at a ten-thousand-strong revival when you're sort of not bothered about Jsus. It was a cultural thing, and I thought of it whilst reading this article about how the English just don't "get" the point of those bespectacled boys. The Costa Book of the Year has been won, and it's a book researched entirely in the British library which takes place in Northern Ontario. Ohhh! CanCon (sort of). On movie/book cover tie-ins. Irène Némirovsky. And last night I was lucky enough to attend Trudeau night at The Kama Reading Series which was lovely, except that Stephen Clarkson and Peter C. Newman never showed!

Today I'm starting Jacob's Room for the first time.