But back to the list of what I do repeatedly enjoy each post Christmas.
My next foray into the world of audio literature is High Fidelity, written by Nick Hornby and again read by Nigel Planer.
I find it so quintessentially British that I can’t bring my self to watch the film, in case I find the adaptation to American too disappointing, and I’ll be forever left with the scars of the memory (or am I being a little too melodramatic?).
It’s essentially a tale of the nitty gritty of relationships, and how they can fall apart or forge anew with greater bonds of love. He’s still as messed up at the end anyway, that’s just life.
My next port of call is for the briefest of visits.
Yet again curtesy of Librevox, a tale called Pigs is Pigs an amusing story about guinea pigs that even has the narrator in stiches.
Not only is it hilarious in itself, it also brings to mind the wonderful trio of the beasts I cared for until old age took them, and also the troop we had when I was but a lad, when they would march Indian style around our garden behind Pippin and Tog, the eldest.
Librexox provides the balance of my journey through audible literature.
The next tome being G k Chesterton's The Man Who was Thursday.
Forgoing the religious overtones at the end. He was very Catholic after all, and created the sluthing priest Father Brown. He's a sort of ecclesiastical Shirloc Holmes, who incidentally doesn’t get a look in on my list (Shirloc Holmes that is), simply because I really can’t choose between any of his fine adventures, and to continually re read them all would leave little time for new books, music or films.
But back to Thursday, the sheer exuberance of the narrator compliments this tail of high adventure and intrigue.