at "50-ish With Shades of Greying Hair"!
I did read the whole trilogy; in fact, one of my friends was one of the first people to have a copy and said it was worth a read, so off I went to the library to order it in. They had never heard of it.
I can't imagine there is anyone in the western world who hasn't heard of it by now. And, no, it wasn't really worth the read. I tend to skim-read crap writing, so I blasted through the books in no time. Instantly forgettable prose.
INSET tomorrow for DS and DD1. DS has decamped to a mate's house, so I won't see him until the evening, and DD1 is off to Thorpe Park again, having blown a proportion of her birthday money on an annual pass.
DD2 has to learn a poem off by heart by the end of the week. I tried, but failed, to point her in the direction of Hillaire Belloc's "There Was a Boy Whose Name Was Jim" (a poem which I learned at age 7 and can still recite to this day - and often do, just to irritate my offspring), or possibly a fine upstanding number like Rudyard Kipling's "If"
, but she has chosen some rubbish piece about Turkeys by Benjamin Zephaniah. Just not the same.