Doyle’s Days of Laze

So it seems my posts have been less forth coming than usual. Normally I would sit here late at night, cradling whatever evil brew I had stooped to buying, spitting my bitterness and contempt for my fellow co-worker and the world onto the web…

…but instead I have been cruising through the last few weeks. My days are spent watching the Olympics, reading, and generally participating in the world as little as possible.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact I’m reading Harry Potter, and despite how poorly written it is as times, I find it hard to put it down. Or maybe it’s because I knocked up my wife.

Yes that’s right, you heard it here first. Mind blowing as it is, I’m reading Harry Potter… and I feel slightly dirty for it.

I’ve thought about reading the books for many years. ‘I’d get to them eventually’ I thought, but everytime I considered putting aside my reservations another movie would come out and everyone would start to rant on about how they are ‘the best books ever’ and how I ‘just had to read them’.

I hate that. I hate things that are just so bloody hyped up that people seem to swallow it’s ‘greatness’ like a slapper swallows cock. Back off dickhead! I’ll decide what I read, and if I do find a copy you haven’t covered in your jism, I’ll judge it for myself.

The Da Vinci Code is a perfect example of where the hype got out of control. A book about the Mona Lisa, the Catholic Church, and Jesus having it off with Mary Magdelene and planting his seed in her fertile field. Wow. Mind blowing. Now how about we go on about it like Dan Brown is some sort of messiah of literature. In fact why don’t we find Mr Brown and each take turns servicing his every sexual need, because he is obviously a man above all others. He’s a man to be worshipped. Maybe he is Jesus.

It wasn’t that good… The Da Vinci Code. It was okay, but not great.

And that is how I felt about Harry Potter. I refused to touch them lest I looked like I was caving in to the demands of the media-driven consumer-whores I share this world with.

It’s now time though. Time to confront this demon of mine and plunge myself head first into the great unknown world of J. K. Rowling.

I will keep you posted. If I don’t survive, tell me wife I love her… and to take out the compost.