No Fair at the Book Fair

Sleeping in was easy today, but when I awoke to a perfectly sunny, mildly warm day, I had to get out. My plan was to find something I hadn't done in town, and then sit in the park and read the afternoon away.

I had completely forgotten that I'd signed up for something called London Firsts. I happened to browse the Time Out London page to see what was on today, and the London Firsts event was the first thing to pop up.

I had to head back to my old haunt in Battersea, but I came at the park from a different side than I had before. It was a perfect day for a walk, but I cruised through the park on my walking-worn feet anyway.

The event, in fact, was a rare book fair. I had to declare any books I already had at the door, and I felt a little silly showing them my tattered, romance-novel-looking copy of Wuthering Heights. The fair was in a massive hall, and I felt very much out of place the moment I walked in. Most of the book sellers wouldn't acknowledge me in my jeans and sneakers, and I wished so badly I could come back and Pretty Woman the crap out of them all. But alas, life is unfair, and I am a poor, so the books remained in their glass cases. Here's just a sample of what I saw:

Bram Stoker's signature:

On the walk home, I saw this sign. I love the fact that the slash to indicate "no" is only on the poo, but the circle is around the whole dog. BEST SIGN.