Shakespeare My Butt!






This has come highly recommended to me. Okay, so it was by the author but still- what isn't to love? Billed as "a charming tale of a year in the life of a serial 'pointless project' addict," apparantly it is so funny that even those without a sense of humour will laugh. It's got my vote. I wonder if Santa might pop it in my stocking...

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