I had an interesting exchange last night. I was in a pub, reading, when a friend’s brother came in with a group of people. They were celebrating an eighteenth birthday and were all rather drunk.
Which is good. It’s fine. It’s good to have fun.
One of the boys took my wallet from the bar and started going through it. I told him I’d only ask him once to stop. Which he did.
And then he said, and this is a strange thing, he said, ‘You know, if someone had a library card in there I’d punch them in the face.’
I opened my wallet and showed him mine. And my Society of Authors card and asked him what he intended to do.
He said sorry.
Now, I know he was just a drunk young boy who’d had one or two too many shandies and was probably showing off, but why would someone say something like that? It just seemed, well, strange.
I wonder what he does when he passes a library.
But I think that book and library lovers are probably not in any danger. I certainly hope so.