From the 750 that arrived this week.
It's a sickness, I realise that. I just can't resist DDR labels. A bit like crack - once you've tried it there's no going back.
There are some real crackers in the 300 that came today. Some old, some I'd never seen before, let alone own. I'm dead excited. Despite the work it's going to cause me.
Though it saves me writing lots of words today.
Here's a random sample:
Stratford-upon-Avon, 1946: a Summer’s Night Dream - I am standing today at a gravestone in Trinity church. Sixteen feet below me lies the greatest writing man that ever lived. If this story is better than us...
8 hours ago