Wherein Panda Springs a Birthday Surprise on Me

It was all Panda’s doing, I swear! I knew nothing of Panda’s visit to St. George’s Bookshop, where unbelievably strangely Paul has the entire set of The Image of the Black in Western Art, which he acquired from an artist who bought books and never unpacked them, so it’s secondhand but not really, but secondhand price, which because of internet/exchange rate/shipping/bookshop things I don’t understand did not even cost what I’d—I mean Panda’d—spend on food in a week. Cheap as (fine, bespoke, hand-bevelled) chips! (& Panda is looking well fit on a Walter van Beirendonck scarf.)