The Evans Shag Machine is not a man given to long bouts of arduous reading. The only time I’ve taken on the classics has been when there has been a sexy bird to be pursued who was a bit of a reader and needed to be impressed. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the stuff I read when I actually did so, just that I don’t know where people find the time.
However i do love what folk seem to refer to as coffee table books.
Odd that. What the fook is a coffee table anyway?
That little dig aside. Yeah, you know? The big fellows with fab pictures and just enough words to let you know what’s going on. They might be about architecture, or fashion, or National Geographic or whatever.
Anyway, yesterday I paid attention and realised that the ones I love seem to be published by Phaildon or Taschen. So last night I spent a bit of time browsing the Taschen site. And ordering all sorts!
They are bloody expensive, even though I was in the slightly damaged section – I liked that, it felt a bit like me!
So now I sit and await the ring of the heavily laden postman, bringing me books aplenty.
Then I just need to get some people around to see what a clever boy the Evans aspires to be!