In Which Your Humble Blogger appears to have a Mental Age of ten, although with more stamina. Mental stamina. No, that doesn’t make any sense.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unfair. Unfair to Emil, unfair to the boy with the bicycle horn, unfair to Pony the Hat, unfair even to the man in the bowler hat.
In Which it’s been a while since Your Humble Blogger read this particular one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger continues to Stay Top without actually Falling Apart.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spends money
In Which Your Humble Blogger steals with cat-like tread upon his prey, feeling his cautious way in dread silence. Tarantara, tarantara!
In Which Your Humble Blogger judges the cover by the book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t mention the action figures
In Which Your Humble Blogger manages to avoid that whole falling asleep and dropping the book in the water thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys a second-rank Wodehouse.