So a friend was moving out of her flat, taking her books from the built in bookshelf with her. Her gay German flatmate was distressed. He didn’t have any books of his own, and the bookshelf would look sad sans books. So he did what any self-respecting semi-literate would do. He bought up several bulk boxes of random books on Trade Me (think eBay, my North American friends). One of the books that arrived was this. I wonder sometimes (amongst many other questions raised by this passive aggressive inscription), whether it actually made it onto the plane.