Book Review: An Incomplete History of the Art of Funerary Violin, by Rohan Kriwaczek

My brother gave me this book for my birthday, along with a card reading "Read this and let me know how far you've got when you've worked out whether it is a piss-take or not." (Stop reading now if you don't want to know the answer!)

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I had the opportunity presented to me today to hop up to Edinburgh for work a week on Friday. Much as I'd love to go back to Edinburgh, I as good as turned it down. If I'm going by train—and I wouldn't consider anything else—on an erev Shabbos, I'd pretty much have to either go there, and almost immediately turn around and come straight back, or stay there until Sunday, and, frankly, the prospect of over-Shabbosing in Edinburgh, with none of my friends there any more (apart from justinep, whom, however, I have not kept in touch with) does not really appeal.

I said to George, the guy I'd be going with, it might be more worth him going up the first time for some preliminary shmoozing (his term!), and I'd go up the next time; but he said if there was a next time we'd expect the guy we'd be going to see to come down to London.

Shame. :-S