I’m enjoying reading ‘Just My Type’ by Simon Garfield which is all about different fonts which are used in printing. It’s only really since computers that the majority of people have realised there are different fonts which have a different meaning and impact. Garfield’s book is fantastic, I’m really enjoying it, it’s so interesting – more than interesting, it’s useful too. I had a funny moment this morning as I was in the paper shop; there was a man standing beside me who I had met at a Christmas party in 2013. My friend Judith was hosting the party, and this chap was an old friend of hers who had moved back to this area and is now living down the road from us.
We got chatting in the queue and I mentioned I had seen Judith at book club last night. We had a bit of a natter and he told me he mostly reads non-fiction and I mentioned the Garfield book. He had read it, and read others by him including ‘Mauve’ about the colour, and ‘The Last Journey of William Huskisson’ – Huskisson had the misfortune to have died by being run over by George Stevenson’s famous Rocket.
I told Judith’s old friend about a conversation Judith and I’d had about ‘Just my Type’. To set the scene, Judith and I were in the church where we teach English conversation.
Lois: I’m reading a most interesting book about fonts.
Judith: Fonts? I didn’t know you were interested in church architecture?
Lois Elsden 