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Aug. 18th, 2008 06:28 pmHay-on-Wye.
I'd never been before.
Tripping around in a daze, not-quite-able-to-believe-it, the books everywhere, everywhere I turned..
And then, next to "Oscars Bistro" (the grammar? upsets me less than it makes me think "Blakes 7"..) and opposite "The Bowie Gallery", a strange serendipity, a window full of Doctor Who books. A sort of utopia-within-a-utopia, heaven-within-paradise, and the cause of my impending bankruptcy. The number of beautiful-looking, interesting-looking books, that have been left behind for now (because I currently have only £53.62 to my name) are too many to list.
My purchases?
"The Gallifrey Chronicles", an 8th Doctor Adventure, which appeared from the blurb to be "we torture 8th extra-cruelly - for your pleasure".
A gorgeous edition of Salomé with all the Beardsley illustrations, plus a bit of Beardsley Victoriana-porn tacked into the end.
"British Science Fiction Television - a Hitchhiker's Guide" - This pioneering book argues that British science fiction television - all too often derided for the quality of its special effects - deserves to be taken seriously. I was sold by the picture of Arthur Dent on the spine, completely besotted by the entire chapter on Blake's 7, enchanted by the fact that individual episodes of The Tomorrow People are listed in the index. Written by a bunch of academics who seem to be having a ball - wherever they're going, I want to go with them.
And, most charmingly of all, something that I have already, in the two hours since its purchase, read from cover-to-cover, and am infatuated with and intoxicated by - Doctor Who, Endgame, the first volume of 8th Doctor comic strips as published in the Doctor Who Magazine.
( spoilery - companion squee! )
I'm here because my parents are thinking of moving to this part of the country. All I can say is, if they're anywhere near Hay-on-Wye, they don't need to worry about whether or not I'll come to visit them!
In other news, Hereford cathedral is very pretty. I don't know that I think that god is anywhere but people's minds, but if he's anywhere, I'd hazard a guess that he would be found there.
I'd never been before.
Tripping around in a daze, not-quite-able-to-believe-it, the books everywhere, everywhere I turned..
And then, next to "Oscars Bistro" (the grammar? upsets me less than it makes me think "Blakes 7"..) and opposite "The Bowie Gallery", a strange serendipity, a window full of Doctor Who books. A sort of utopia-within-a-utopia, heaven-within-paradise, and the cause of my impending bankruptcy. The number of beautiful-looking, interesting-looking books, that have been left behind for now (because I currently have only £53.62 to my name) are too many to list.
My purchases?
"The Gallifrey Chronicles", an 8th Doctor Adventure, which appeared from the blurb to be "we torture 8th extra-cruelly - for your pleasure".
A gorgeous edition of Salomé with all the Beardsley illustrations, plus a bit of Beardsley Victoriana-porn tacked into the end.
"British Science Fiction Television - a Hitchhiker's Guide" - This pioneering book argues that British science fiction television - all too often derided for the quality of its special effects - deserves to be taken seriously. I was sold by the picture of Arthur Dent on the spine, completely besotted by the entire chapter on Blake's 7, enchanted by the fact that individual episodes of The Tomorrow People are listed in the index. Written by a bunch of academics who seem to be having a ball - wherever they're going, I want to go with them.
And, most charmingly of all, something that I have already, in the two hours since its purchase, read from cover-to-cover, and am infatuated with and intoxicated by - Doctor Who, Endgame, the first volume of 8th Doctor comic strips as published in the Doctor Who Magazine.
( spoilery - companion squee! )
I'm here because my parents are thinking of moving to this part of the country. All I can say is, if they're anywhere near Hay-on-Wye, they don't need to worry about whether or not I'll come to visit them!
In other news, Hereford cathedral is very pretty. I don't know that I think that god is anywhere but people's minds, but if he's anywhere, I'd hazard a guess that he would be found there.
