The last Morse and my final reread. As I've said before, the attitudes and assumptions have dated badly, but he is still a compelling character. When I thin of reading Morse I'm on a platform at Clapham Junction, so I guess the first time I read them was when I was working in Hammersmith and commuting in from Woking, so the early 2000s. It wasn't the best of times for me from what I can remember, I hated the commute and remember I was always rushing to get trains, but why? What was I rushing to get home for? Helen would have been working to late anyway and my social life was in town rather than Woking. I was unfit too, it was a bit later I started swimming that got me back to a reasonable level of fitness. It was about the time we were married, so there were obviously some good times. Work was a bit dull too up in Hammersmith. Not at all challenging. Although I remember being on a conference call for an hour and thinking what a colossal waste of time - now it's what I seem to do all day, every day.
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