The story of O

If you travel by train, you get to see some strange sights.

A while ago, I had to catch a really early train, sometime before 7 in the morning. The train was relatively quiet, and a couple were having a conversation which could easily be heard in the carriage. I was just about to turn my iPod on when one of the couple said to the other
“What is the value of Planck’s constant, then?”
That would be strange enough but especially so that early in the morning.

Anyway, back to the story of O, one of the most gloriously filthy books you can buy. And this strange looking young girl was reading it the other evening, on the train. And she didn’t have the grace to put a plain brown wrapper on it either.

I thought it was interesting….