
Firstly - a belated Happy Halloween! Halloween can be pretty fun if you get into it, which this year we didn't really make the effort - on the night we went straight out after work for a meal and to take in a show at the Empire (above), Twopence to Cross the Mersey, which was just kind of eh, whatever. I'm assured the book is much better but I'm not really into those kinds of books, and I thought it was a poor portrayal of Liverpool and Liverpudlians, especially the bit about the old man and Helen bonding because it was the first 'proper' English he had heard since he arrived in Liverpool. And lines like "Cos I relate to people what's got class." Cheek! But Boyf was quite excited to catch a glimpse of Sinbad from Brookie, who was also there to see the show. We encountered him a couple of times, including in the street after it had finished when both Boyf and I went: "Sinbad!" a bit too loudly and his wife gave us a funny look. He looked well! And it was a good way to avoid the trick or treaters.


Talking of all things weird and scary, I am again blessed by the presence of the Foot Perv. Dude is totally freaking me out for numerous reasons that really have to be seen to be appreciated. Also, today, Potter and I were sharing the small table in the staff room having our lunch. This table is really narrow and piled with junk from the book club so there were three chairs but really only space for two, at a push. Foot Perv waddles in and asks to share my half of the table - well I can hardly say no. He was practically on my knee eating his dinner. It sounds petty but he was seriously up close and personal. He does it behind the counter though, he's like superglue and bumps into you all the time because he tries to follow you so fast. If the sensitive balance of what we do at work can be compared to an intricate dance, then I have only one thing to say to Foot Perv: Spaghetti arms!
Pierre the lunatic French dude came in today too. Whenever I'm dealing with him there is a certain element of fear because he's really unpredictable, but if you handle him right, or are lucky enough to catch him in a playful but tolerable mood, then he can be pretty funny. He returned a 3-day loan book late. It has a big yellow sticker on the side saying 3 DAY LOAN and the due date stamped on the inside - 28 Oct. You're going to have to imagine the French accent.
P: Excuse me, I think this book is late but I won't have to pay a fine, nobody told me it was a 3 day loan.
Me, in a light, jocular, please-don't-turn-into-The-Incredible-Hulk tone: Ah yes, there's a sticker on the side there. That's 80p.
P: No I don't have to pay a fine, nobody tells me.
Me, smiling sweetly: Yes, I'm afraid you do, there's a yellow sticker and the date you have to bring it back is stamped here see?
P: Ah, okay okay, I try to use my business skills! 18p?
Me: 80p, thank you... okay, here's your receipt and I've taken it off your account.
P: Okay, you win again!
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