For those of you who aren't sure what BOOKS look like (it is a popular misconception that BOOKS are made by mixing milk and oats), here is a picture of me holding some BOOKS.

That blue book is called 'The Complete poems and plays of T.S. Eliot'. It's quite complicated - to be honest not many people have any idea what T.S. is banging on about.

In fact, it is a strange phenomenon of BOOKS that people will often read a BOOK that they don't understand and don't even enjoy, just so that other people will see them reading the BOOK and will think that they are clever. This phenomenon is particularly prevelent with writers such as Proust or Sartre.

In fact, it has recently been discovered that these writers actually wrote non-sensical gibberish in their BOOKS as a joke, hoping that someone would be stupid enough to think that they were 'serious works' and try to make sense of them.

I transport my BOOKS in a specially designed 'rucksack' which is an innovative style of bag with straps that go over the shoulders. It's very clever, I reckon with the right publicity it could really catch on. I acquired my 'rucksack' from a convenience store in my current residence, Thailand. It came free with a magazine.
The bag, that is, not Thailand.

I now work in a library in Thailand, which is rather fun, and as well as renting BOOKS we also rent boys.

Do pop in for a browse sometime if you're in the Thailand area.

Yours,

Henry from the Library.

Henry from the library.

Oh, right, ok. Hello. Henry from the library here.

This is my site, I thought I'd make a site, to let everyone in the world know about BOOKS.

Now then, some of you might not have heard of BOOKS. Perhaps you live in a field or you are a dog. But BOOKS are one of the most amazing inventions of this century. Before there were BOOKS people had to scratch their ideas into the mud with a stick, which was a fairly inefficient system, as the ideas got lost every time it rained.

This is the reason that many rainy climates, such as Scotland, were so backward for so many years - in fact, the revolution of BOOKS has still not reached some of the more rural parts of northern Scotland and Wales, and in these areas locals can occasionally be spotted scraping at a tree with a crudely fashioned stone flint.