Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince, Magnus Mills, All Quiet on the Orient Express, Simon Cooper, The Otter's Tale, Agatha Christie, Death's Folly, Robin Cooper, The Time Waster Letters, Mick Herron, Spook Street, Agatha Christie, The Hollow, Simon Winder, The Man Who Saved Britain. John Steinbeck, Cannery Row, Agatha Christie, Appointment With Death

3 Poirot novels as my comfort reading continues in lockdown. It really is an omnishambles at the moment in the UK. The government are utterly incompetent, the advice given is unclear and contradictory and they genuinely don’t seem to give a stuff about the welfare of ordinary people. Johnson appears on TV and just blusters and bullshits. Last night there was a photo of him holding up some Timtams in triumph at the prospect of a trade deal with Australia. I assumed it had been photoshopped, but it turns out that no, it was real. That's why he's triumphant. Because apparently the massive damage done to the economy and to our international standing  done by Brexit is all worth it because it means we will be able to buy some penguin knockoffs. It's too depressing to point out that we can buy them anyway, hence why he is fucking able to hold some. and yet this lazy, lying, adulterous, dim buffoon is running our country and still ahead in the polls. No wonder I'm taking refuge in the certainty of the rarefied, civilised locked rooms of Agatha Christie.