Bookshop

Bought Michael Palin's second volume of Diaries today, Halfway to Hollywood 1980-88, in Liskeard's great little independent bookshop on the main street called simply The Bookshop. Was supposed to be starting some books on China but, being in England, I can't resist getting stuck into this. It's so entertaining, sincere, nostalgic, easy to read. It's his middling period, in between Python and before he turned into a globetrotter, but no less interesting for that. Just spotted a photo of John Cartwright, of the British Council's Films Department, taken when Palin and Gilliam went to Russia. Honestly, I could read this in one sitting.