The trend that began in the 1990s of publishers signing up any writers who could tell write memoirs documenting their childhood abuse or other suffering has become ridiculous. I was in WH Smiths today and discovered that their book department has a whole bookcase devoted to the category of "Tragic Life Stories". Actually googling the phrase reveals that others have noticed this development too. You've got to feel sorry for all the budding authors whose parents neglected to molest them thus depriving them of a future career.
.My computer problems are still ongoing so blogging will continue to be sporadic until next week. Sorry to both my readers for that. This story of ongoing computer faults isn't tragic enough to land me a book deal though.
The tin tabernacle near Long Eaton station
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