Trudging home on a windswept Thursday night past the Arnolfini, the sight of a table full of free red wine in the book shop was enough to pull The Blogger in to grab a ten quid copy of Home Sweet Home.
Once in – three glasses of red in hand and hemmed silently in the corner of the tiny shop by at least fifty members of Bristol’s chattering classes – it struck The Blogger that this was an ideal shoplifting opportunity . . .
So you’ll be glad to know that here at Blogger HQ we are now the proud owners of a lovely pristine copy of Space and Social Theory: Interpreting Modernity and Postmodernity.
The only problem is no-one here can understand a fucking word of it. Neither can we find anyone to buy it so it might as well be put back on Monday.
You’ve got to admire the gallery’s anti-theft measures though: fill the place with such a load of incomprehensible shite it’s beyond worthless.
Look out for that EXCLUSIVE Home Sweet Home review in tomorrow’s Bristol Blogger Review (available by about Tuesday).
I’ll give you a quid for it