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"The bloke's guide to pregnancy" by Jon Smith.


I think I would recommend it to expectant dads just because there isn't much else out there, and some of it rings very true. However, it is definitely aimed at the stereotypical "Lad", and I'm not sure I can be that obsessed with breasts getting bigger! :-S


Have a nice 3 or 4 books waiting for me if I can plough through this quickly. Not finding myself rushing to turn pages though!

Grange Hill was a great in-depth look at how education can succeed or fail in raising the opportunities and horizons of young people. Often though, there is a sense of purposelessness, as these kids' backgrounds become hard to escape, drugs take hold, and teachers and the State boards seem apathetic and fatalistic about the prospects of their students.


American TV would never take on such issues in such depth.

Today I am mostly revisiting the Sugar Club cookbook


Sigh, what a shame they closed the resturant in London down in 2002 - excellent food and a good book... off to make sugar-cured beef this weekend I think - downside is that it takes 60 hours to cure. (I want it now)

It was good actually. It took me a while to come to that conclusion though as it was impossible to empathise with any of the characters. Stuart being dull, Oliver was so completely odious (I almost cheered when he got head-butted), and Gillian actually falling for Oliver was incredulous. What's the sequel like?

As an antidote to Philip Roth I'm reading Mihir Bose's biography of Keith Miller, an Australian cricketer.


This extract is from his period in England during 1942:


Soon after he arrived in Bournemouth, he was invited one weekend to play for the RAAF at Dulwich. That Sunday afternoon a hit-and-run raider bombed a bar that was a particular Miller haunt. Had he not been playing cricket he would certainly have been there. Seven of his friends were killed.


Who knew Dulwich was a prophylactic?

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