but it was a blow losing the Albion Beatnik. The Bookhouse is now a coffee shop – £2.50 for an espresso, when I can stand and lay a euro on the zinc anywhere in Italy and drink better – and the recycling crates are bulging. They’re dropping the prices in the charity shops to clear the shelves. All those unwanted trillions of printed words, lurking in bins, well-thumbed spreads spreadeagled in the leisure centre car park potholes.
