A Trip To Bath.

I had a nice day today.I was up at 6.00 and read my emails and was pleased to see i had sold my Jean Genet,The Miracle Of The Rose so i wrapped that up for posting then i sat by the fire drinking coffee,smoking ciggies and reading John Fante's Dreams From Bunker Hill.By the time my taxi to the station arrived i wasn't Pat Corley anymore,i was Arturo Bandini.I caught the train to Bath and i love visiting Bath.There is no more beautiful town in England than Bath.I think of Bath the same way John Fante thought of Los Angeles."Come to me Bath you pretty town, you flower amongst these green hills", i thought as the train arrived.I was early so i nipped into the PDSA Charity Shop and i found a nice biography of Jim Morrison,hardback first edition 1980 in very good condition.
Then i had a little walk and in the Abbey Concourse or whatever you call that big square there was this girl singing Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen so i gave her 30 pence because i was in a good mood.Then i caught the 14 bus to the Royal United Hospital.I sat in the waiting room with the other patients and read my new book to pass the time.After a few minutes i looked up and the old ladies opposite were looking at me with a look of fear and loathing.Then i looked at the cover of my book and the title said in great big letters,NOBODY HERE GETS OUT ALIVE.I felt really paranoid and put my book away.When i finally saw my consultant i was in and out in five minutes and he gave me a prescription and said i should come back in three months.I went to the pharmacy and discovered that since i was 60 on Sunday i didn't have to pay for my prescription anymore.Brilliant,i can be as sick as a pig for the rest of my life and it is all free!.Thank you National Health Service.While i was waiting for my drugs i admired the sculpture hanging above the coffee bar in the Atrium.It is by local artist Edwina Bridgeman and depicts a ship which she made out of driftwood from the river Thames and the crew and seagulls and even a ships cat.It is really good.I wonder how many people have walked through there and not even noticed it.

Anyway,i jumped on the bus back into town and got off by Wetherspoons and resisted the temptation to go in for a pint.I was a bit hungry so i bought a Cornish pasty from the award winning Cornish pasty shop. I sat on a bench to eat it and a pigeon started hassling me as usual.I gave it some of the crusty bit from round the edge and more pigeons piled in and i gave them some and it ended up as Pigeon holocaust.When i had finally stood up and wiped the crumbs of my trouser legs there must have been 50 pigeons around my feet.I left my beaky friends and sought shelter in the Oxfam bookshop and found some nice music books about Ravi Shankar,

The Grateful Dead

 and Judy Collins.I was well pleased.Then i went in the British Heart Foundation Shop and found books about Keith Richards and Marcel Proust..Feeling pleased with my swag i headed home.Sitting on the train i thought i had enjoyed my few hours in Bath and even a trip to the hospital can be a lttle adventure with the right attitude.
THE END
All the books that i mentioned in my story today will be available tomorrow in my little bookshop here-

http://stores.ebay.co.uk/Pats-Little-Book-Shop