YAY!

I decided, appropos of nothing, to re-read A CLockwork Orange - I've probably rad it about 12 times but haven't picked it up for a bit.

I was heartily enjoying said book until I realised that I was reading it on the tube surrounded by typical London types who probably thought I was reading it for the first time and it got me thinking - is there some sort of holier than thou hiearchy regarding at what time of life you read a book youre 'meant to'?

I remember throwing up for eternity with utter disgust and screaming for it to end through broken blooded teeth when a friend of mine said he'd 'only just started reading' Homage to Catalonia and he's 32 and by rights should be thrown into the sea surely?

CRUNK!