Any tentative casuists for my canonisation could well take a peep at the now empty washing-up bowl here at Newton's Nest/my Belgravia Office/the trading floor of Dreth's Bookshop... Randy McDandy just asked if Andreth had any copies of Hitler books: what a ridiculous question!!!
Andy bought a bulk order of random 2500 books for £170 (which had to be brought up to the 4th floor at 5 in the morning...) SOME MONTHS AGO, and while a few dozen or so have winged their way across the cybershoppage doormat the majority are, a bit like the washing-up bowl usually is, rather full and annoying and getting ever so slightly in the way of the health and safety of us 4pm traders.
Amongst Andy's schemes along the way of the bookstore idea have been chasing meteors in Russia and setting up a record label, dealing in art and banknote trading.
While he has had scant luck with the wizard schemes to ensure a retirement home in the Bahamas, he is probably the most reliable person I know if you need to borrow a £ or ££. Andy has often housed homeless guys for the night (guess he can see how it might feel to be sleeping on the streets) and I know that, though he has less cash (or space) than almost anyone I know, he's much more likely to put me - or a stranger for that matter - up for the night (or month) if push came to shove, than many a resident of the same borough with a spare bedroom or two, or three or four or five or six.
Blessed are the poor... not because of their poverty, but because God is their riches..
Guess there's a lesson in there somewhere...
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