Salt and corrosion

My mother has bought one of these things. An air fryer. It fries things. In air. Clearly the work of a wizard. Or a very small fan-forced oven. Either way, I had a piece of air-fried fish tonight and it was very nice.

Also, she finally has her birthday secateurs. A few days ago, she and John were driving somewhere and my mother went to put something in the boot of the car, where she found the secateurs. She said, 'Oh, look, secateurs!' and John said, 'Yes, I hid them there for your birthday.' My mother pointed out that her birthday was three days previous, so John said, 'Oh, well, you can have them then.' So that was that.

Today while I was in the newsagent, I noticed something I have never seen before. There is a shelf devoted to pulp westerns. My grandfather loved these. He had stacks of them. I suppose this is where he bought them. Anyway, they all had silly titles, which each had a tag line in small type above it, like a film poster. My favourite was:

Sounds like an interestin' place!
A Town Gone Bad

Although I was also fond of:

We speak our minds here...
So Who The Hell Are You?

I am almost tempted to read them to see if the contents are as good as the titles.