A Confession.....

I must fess up and tell you, that the Narrowdog book wasn't out of the box or the bag that I am supposed to be reading my way through this Summer. It was borrowed from my local library after I was persuaded in there by a friend two days before casting off on my canal adventure. I was actually looking for information books about the canal journey we were making, and kind of stumbled across it, (plus two other books in the same vein). Oops!

As an apology for straying from my remit, I offer a short toast extract from The Gum Thief.  Prepare to be buttered up.....


Toast 2:A High Seas Tale

11 Nov. 1893
Though the Vessel shakes with incessant nauseating rolls & pitches, my faith in a Promised Land free of grills and devices that scorch our tender farinaceous flesh shakes not. The ship's Captain, one Cornelius Jif-a hideous, unschooled poltroon of questionable agenda-has almost entirely reduced our daily ration of both cinnamon & sugar, this over and above last week's complete withdrawal of butter.  Some of the fainter slices on board have swapped logic with salt water and have gone delirious from the cursed sogginess that is the perpetual enemy of we who travel on the Good Ship Slice, registered in Liverpool but flying the Canadian Dominion's flag (though only, one might add, when nearing crafts touting flags of nations hostile to America's open-loaf policy.......)

I hope the above buttering has whetted your appetite for more of this loaf. Personally, I think that Douglas Coupland is the best thing since sliced bread:)