Fuchu Library

The find of the week has undoubtedly been the Fuchu City Library, which one of my workmates stumbled across by chance while transporting a carrier bag of beer to the park. It's a proper Aladdin's Cave of English-language books (everything from Vonnegut to Yasunari, a complete set of Rebus to Basho's haiku travelogues), foreign magazines, DVDs and - wonder of wonders - VHS cassettes (my flat, like all shoebox-sized abodes, comes with a combined portable TV and video player, which until yesterday had remained unplugged). Our morning commute is now marked by its complete lack of any social intercourse. Who needs to talk when you can lean against the handrail and read The Little Prince?