I spent much of the day out shopping in London. There has, after all, been fabulous weather all day. Most un-London-like. I spent far too much money on music, but as I averaged less than $8 per CD I’m not feeling too guilty. It is all the fault of Fopp, the world’s most dangerous record store.

More about all of that lot later. For now I’ll just note that i did manage to find a copy of Michel Houellebecq’s H.P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life. Having had no luck in the Lit Crit section of Borders, I finally found it in Horror, shelved under L for Lovecraft rather than H for Houellebecq. I guess that’s where the Lovecraft fans will be most likely to find it. But don’t go looking because I bought the last copy.