An End To Re-Joycing

The copious volumes of exuberant noise appropriately resulting from the birthday bash in Melaka had little or no effect upon my speedy progress through Stephen Hero. I couldn't put it down and finished it last night. The problem is that I enjoyed it so much that I didn't want to finish it at all.

So now I'm looking for something to fill the gap, as it were. A couple of the short stories from Ackroyd's The Collection went down predictably well before we set off for Singapore - and in between getting some actual work done. Now I'm thinking it's time for a big dose of Philip K Dick - I suppose a bit like those heroin substitutes they give hard-core addicts going cold turkey.