In other news, there’s a chap both myself and the boyfriend find so intriguing who can be regularly found ensconced in our local watering-hole reading a plethora of fascinating things. Not only this, but he seems to be able to read in any situation. Take Friday night for example – packed full, nowhere to sit, huge levels of drunken rowdiness – he leans against the wall close to the bar and pulls out? The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám. I am very impressed indeed.