I just finished reading this book:
It’s a collection of Personal Ads from the London Review of Books, edited by David Rose.
5 Stars, this one. I highly recommend it and you can borrow my copy if you want.
Here are a few examples:
“I’ve divorced better men than you. And worn more expensive shoes than these. So don’t think placing this ad is the biggest comedown I’ve ever had to make. Sensitive F, 34.”
“I’d like to dedicate this advert to my mother (difficult cow, 65) who is responsible for me still being single at 36. Man. 36. Single. Held at home by years of subtle emotional abuse and at least 19 fake heart-attacks.”
“They call me Naughty Lola. Run-of-the-mill beardy physicist (M, 46).”
AND as a really fun bonus, in the back of the book, there is a timeline of all of Evel Knievel’s jumps and injuries. Why? I’m not exactly sure – but it’s completely fascinating.
