Everything I have ever sent away for turned up in the mail yesterday.
Japanese bear pattern book is noteworthy for its look-a-likes of Mr Whoppit and the terrifying Cheeky (Google them). The only Japanese I know is "Ann," the color white, and the manga sound of wind/water/racecars/leaves/choral singing (they're all "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"), but Japanese craft book publishers are all about the obsessively detailed diagrams, so it doesn't matter.
Only currently in-print book on The Persuaders is in French, but I gots me beaucoup Francais, so that's okay. (All right,
quelque Francais. Shut up. And if you mention the time I tried to buy a dozen pineapples again, I'll fucking kill you.) It's no harder to read than a
Paris-Match. Best bit so far is Tony Curtis getting busted at Heathrow for possession. One can only assume that he thought marijuana would be completely unavailable in Britain in 1970 and felt it necessary to bring his own. Risky, though. In those days, pot could get you fined ten, twenty bucks. Maybe even a lecture.
If you're interested in the book but French-free, the pictures are plentiful and lovely, including some rare ITV promo paper. Though nothing will ever be as hilarious as the
Randall and Hopkirk brochure in which Mike Pratt is referred to as a "husky he-man."
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