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[gothwalk]

So I got on the train in Dun Laoghaire last night, a bit later than I normally would, and this little old lady, all in black, black handbag, black hat, sits opposite me. I was reading A Clash of Kings, a big hardback book. After a few minutes glaring, she asked, in an educated, slightly English accent, "Is that a historical book, young man?".

"No, ma'am," I said, somewhat apologetically, "It's fantasy."

"Hmph. Ungodly stuff, other fantasy. Lord of the Rings is the only true fantasy."

I attract these people like a magnet.