(To Mention Nothing Of The Dog) by Jerome K Jerome

I hold my hands up; I’d never heard of Jerome K Jerome and had gone out of my way to avoid picking up his book when I’d seen it. A well-known discount bookstore has had an offer for the last six months where you can buy “X in 1”s by famous authors. Through this, I’d got my hands on such niceties as three books by Robert Louis Stevenson brought together as one for the sum of £1.99.

Often travelling between Birmingham and Leicester and never sure whether what I have on me will last the length of the journey, I have a habit of dipping into this store and picking up the bargains, which has so far netted me works by Twain, Conan Doyle, Verne, and Kipling. I had made a point of avoiding Jerome K Jerome though. Not only did I not know the name, I harboured some kind of inherent prejudice against it.
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