I discover Dexter: A delightful day yesterday. Off to Salisbury in the sunshine with the 'Memsahib' and a lady friend to see a production of Rattigan's Less Than Kind; written in 1944 it has more or less been lost to view in the intervening years. Billed as a light comedy, 'light' was exactly the word! It lacked that dark thread that all great comedy requires but Rattigan was still in his 'apprentice' years as a playwright so we cannot judge him by this early work. However, there was a bonus. As the ladies chatted in the sunshine whilst we waited for curtain time, I sloped off in to the shopping center and stumbled upon 'The Works', a shop that is difficult to define but which always has piles of cheap 'pulp fiction' for sale. The sign said "3 for £5" so, natch!, I had to find at least three books which I might enjoy. Actually, it was hard going (I know it's hard to believe given my prediliction for pulp fiction but I do have some slight standards!) and I couldn't find a third. There were one or two on this character Dexter who now has a TV series to himself. I remember reading the blurb on them but as the eponymous, er, hero was a psychopathic killer I gave it a pass. Big Fail! I started reading it on the train home and didn't stop laughing the whole way. It is very, very funny; dry, sardonic, bloody and cynical and the good news is that Mr. Jeff Lindsay has written several of them so there is more, er, fun to come.
Further burps will ensue during the course of the day . . .
