Saturday Night Sunday Morning.

On my usual Saturday stroll with an old friend, we came across a small shop unit taken on temporarily by a couple of chaps who did house clearances. They were selling someone's past book collection which apparently had filled the house, including the loo. I got four books for a £1, three crime (including one for research) and this one. It's not a first edition as you can see the book cover is riding on the fame of the film. Despite their treatment of female characters, I'm a sucker for working-class fiction of the '50s and '60s. I almost got to meet Stan Barstow when he was invited to a university book launch but he was unwell. Unfortunately, he has since died so my battered Penguin copy of A Kind of Loving remains unsigned.