The most bizarre story I came cross this week was the one of the woman impaling herself on her toilet roll holder. I may have got that story slightly wrong, it may not have been a woman and it may have been the brush rather than the holder, in either case it was a toilet related impalation. it was all a complete accident, of course it was. But, when I first read it my immediate thought – compliments of Little Britain’s Minister sketch – was that this was a far-fetched tale of an incident that went horribly wrong.
When did I become so cynical that I couldn’t accept this story at face value, exclaim over how unfortunate it was instead of automatically laughing. Not just cynical but unsympathetic to boot. When did I turn into such a horrible person. Had that person always been inside me, just waiting to be released. Is that person in all of us?
It took me a whole day to realise how horrible I was being. I still haven’t read the article! I will read it though, I promise.
Then, there’s the flipbook which is being hailed as the new Kindle – I saw the image as I read the headline. That is no Kindle, I thought. That is just another book. Call it what you like but it’s a book and there’s no way you’re persuading me otherwise. Do they honestly think we’re that stupid? Obviously we are because this flipbook has sold over 1m copies in a year. It is apparently smaller and lighter than a kindle but, and here is where the claim completely falls apart – it is just one book, not 1500, it cannot access the web, you cannot change the fonts, you still need to turn (okay they call it flip) the page, and you can’t connect it to your laptop. It is a book!
I’ll read the toilet-accident article but inside I’ll be sniggering and you know I’ll have to go and check out the flipbook. If in doubt, go with your first instinct. It’s what usually get me into trouble, but I like to live dangerously. Ahhh, the secret life of a librarian!