I had intended to write for today’s post a rather critical review of Hey there, Ludwig!, Hans Thielemann’s new best-seller—over-praised, in my opinion—analysing Wittgenstein’s seminal 1921 treatise Logisch-philosophische Abhandlung, but halfway through I got bogged down in trying to unravel the morphological and semantic confusions which are so often apparent in Thielemann’s recent work. So I decided to chuck it, retaining only this photograph of dear old LW looking rather cross.
Instead, I shall recount an incident which occurred, or rather, didn't occur, the other day in my local butcher’s shop.
The butcher was joking with a woman standing next to me at the counter, saying that clearly she liked her bacon as she liked her men. I had not heard what prompted his cheeky remark and later I discovered that it was because she had asked for half a dozen rashers of something really tasty, unsmoked and not thick, but for one delirious moment I imagined that perhaps, aware I was within earshot, she had made an oblique pass at me, saying she fancied something crinkly at the edges and with plenty of fat.