Roman Fleuve

I was introduced to Jerome K Jerome's book 'Three Men in a Boat', when I was about nine by my grandfather. In an attempt to stimulate some form of nascent literary appreciation in me, he used to read excerpts from 'Three Men in a Boat' and 'Treasure Island', both books that I love to this day. Encouraged by his seeming success my grandfather tried to get me to learn chunks of 'The Pied Piper of Hamlin' by heart, and here he met a problem, my fundamental and ingrained laziness. Read to me and I'll listen, try and make me learn something, then one of us is going to be disappointed - and that someone isn't going to be me. To this day all I can remember about the Pied Piper is that he was the kind of man that my mother warned me against accepting sweets from. Sadly the only poem I know from start to finish, concerns an unfortunate girl from Leeds, who inexplicably decided to swallowed a packet of seeds, and the ensuing problems brought about when they started to germinate.
Where was I... That's it, Jerome K Jerome. Much as I loved 'Three Men in a Boat', I never read anything else by J Klapka J until I was in my twenties, and now fast approaching the big four 'O', I still haven't read his other major work, 'Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow', however I have decided to cheekily bastardise the title for this Blog - I can't make up my mind whether that's apposite, ironic or insulting, if you've bothered reading this far, I'll let you decide.