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arysteiaThis story is ridiculous, but true...
The new (read eleven odd years old) Wellington Central Library is nothing like its aged, genteel predecessor, for one thing it lacks the cozy feel of the separate reading rooms and multitudinous nooks and crannies where wagging school pupils used to hide from teachers, truant officers and irate parents. It is, in fact, something of a barn, with straight rows and wide open spaces. Nonetheless, fisticuffs do not usually break out among the collections.
This morning, however, as I navigated the rows, I had to jump out of the way of a portly and somewhat florid matron, pursued by another creature of similar description who, despite my best efforts, managed to elbow me in the ribs and stand on my foot. My first assumption was that they were fans of rival teams - the Sevens tournament being in full swing and Wellington being overrun by drunken louts wearing tribal colours and facepaint, not to mention that I had picked my way to the library through streets awash with vomit, broken glass, and a truly alarming amount of blood.
I was slightly more amused when I realised they were actually wrestling over a book, each claiming to have pulled it off the shelf first. My amusement died, however, when the book itself was revealed: none other than The Ionian Mission, the very book I had hauled myself out of bed at an ungodly hour on a Saturday morning to lay hands on. Pathologically addicted to the series though I am, I was not prepared to risk life and limb for it, and left them to duke it out. They may be there still.
In other news, my local pharmacy is having a sale on nurofen (ibuprofen). Call me old fashioned, but it doesn't seem quite proper to offer drugs, even non-prescription ones, at 20% off.
The new (read eleven odd years old) Wellington Central Library is nothing like its aged, genteel predecessor, for one thing it lacks the cozy feel of the separate reading rooms and multitudinous nooks and crannies where wagging school pupils used to hide from teachers, truant officers and irate parents. It is, in fact, something of a barn, with straight rows and wide open spaces. Nonetheless, fisticuffs do not usually break out among the collections.
This morning, however, as I navigated the rows, I had to jump out of the way of a portly and somewhat florid matron, pursued by another creature of similar description who, despite my best efforts, managed to elbow me in the ribs and stand on my foot. My first assumption was that they were fans of rival teams - the Sevens tournament being in full swing and Wellington being overrun by drunken louts wearing tribal colours and facepaint, not to mention that I had picked my way to the library through streets awash with vomit, broken glass, and a truly alarming amount of blood.
I was slightly more amused when I realised they were actually wrestling over a book, each claiming to have pulled it off the shelf first. My amusement died, however, when the book itself was revealed: none other than The Ionian Mission, the very book I had hauled myself out of bed at an ungodly hour on a Saturday morning to lay hands on. Pathologically addicted to the series though I am, I was not prepared to risk life and limb for it, and left them to duke it out. They may be there still.
In other news, my local pharmacy is having a sale on nurofen (ibuprofen). Call me old fashioned, but it doesn't seem quite proper to offer drugs, even non-prescription ones, at 20% off.
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Date: 2004-03-24 03:30 am (UTC)You are a wonderful writer even on your journal, which I was surprised because most people just write what's in their head without much thought about it. This entry caught my eye and had to share it with my librarian mother. Hope you don't mind me printing it out for her to share to her fellow librarians and her sharing with her Library Science class.
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Date: 2004-03-24 11:51 am (UTC)It's nice to get a comment like this on my writing, because I am very careful, style wise. I believe how you say it is just as important as what you say. And a tale is twice as good, well told.