I ‘ve just finished re-reading the above. It’s Very Good.
It makes me simultaneously very happy and very sad. Very sad that Terry is dead, and I’ve read almost everything that he’s written[1], and very happy that Neil is alive and writing and that I’ve not really read much that he’s written.
I suppose I’m honour bound to go and watch the TV show now, aren’t I? Such hardship in these short lives of ours, I tell you.
[1] Although, my memory being what it is (about as watertight as British clouds), there are definitely books I could return to and it would be like reading them for the first time.
