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elylanguages_1892125cIt’s odd what you hear when you are just casually meandering around the bookshops and charity outlets of your home patch. Today as I went into W H Smiths to pick up my regular musical research publications, a copy of Shindig and NME (just in case their staff have learned to write again…you never know!) and as I am browsing the music section a group of young girls, no more than 15 or 16 wandered past and were heard to use the expression “well, in our day….” You are teenagers for god sake, it is your day. Blimey nostalgia is starting young these days.

Similarly mirthsome was the attitude of the lady working behind the counter of The Oxfam shop where I regularly browse for bargain books, well who can afford to shop in Waterstones any more? Her frustration with the customer who was having trouble identifying the correct coinage, a woman seemingly of  south-east European origin, seemed extremely ironic given that Oxfam itself came into existence to help provide famine relief and aid for Greece suffering the twin burdens of occupation by Axis powers and blockade and bombing by Allied forces during the second world war.

But on the up side I did find a brand new copy of The Fry Chronicles, the second part of the autobiography of our illustrious national treasure, Stephen. The title of this post is a quote from that very book, itself a play on a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. The clever sod.