Booksellers do it in fine bindings

Welcome to Adrian Harrington Books. Well not exactly; welcome to the underside of Adrian Harrington Books, the engine room of an antiquarian bookshop. In common with all engine rooms we have sweaty, grubby people, loud distracting noise and a deplorable lack of social polish, but we also have books of such eye-searing wondrousness that it makes the fact that we're all penniless social misfits rather more bearable. Nobody gets into this business to make a quick buck and then laugh all the way to the bank. Any resemblnce to piracy on the high seas is purely coincidental and no bookdealers were hurt in the making of this journal. If they were then you can take it from me they deserved it.