A hardback reference book which I got through freecycle (local yahoo groups for offering stuff you don't want anymore to anyone who might want it - have a look, it's great).

RELEASE NOTES:

I'll leave it on the windowsill with all the leaflets, fliers etc. I left a similar book there once before and it didn't get journalled. Let's see if this one's luckier.

I've put my usual exhortation to release the book again in the back but this is a reference book so I wouldn't blame you at all if you decided to hang onto this one!

hey! i found the book in a cafe, and did a double take, as i was sure it didnt say "take me home on the front" but it did, so i had to take it!!! i think its a wicked book....and ive just realised in the first person to take it!!! woo hoo!!!
oh, by the way, it is now in London, Islington
and dont worry, i wont decide to keep it even though its cool, i think its really exciting to pass it on!!!
im not sure where to leave it yet!!! possibly where i work... or at my college... decisions decisions!!!
pip

RELEASE NOTES:

I left it under the big chair and table (the art work is called 'The Writer')
i sat and watched for a while...some peeps looked at it but left it...before i left i saw a group of boys looking at it....
bye bye book!
p.s... the Heath is actually more in Highgate, not Camden...
p.p.s... sorry it took me so long to let the book go!!!

"what the hell?" was my initial reaction to finding this book.
I was sitting underneath an absurd piece of sculpture on Hampstead Heath, tending to my bike and wondering idly if it would be possible to somehow scale the edifice (a gigantic table and chair) and what equipment it might require, when a friend of mine touched my shoulder.
"There's a book on the grass."
"A what?"
"A book."
"A book?"
"A book."
"I can't see any book."
"Well if you'd stop messing around with that bloody machine and looked where I was pointing then you might be enlightend."
I frowned derisivly at him but he was busy trying to take illicit photographs of passers-by and missed it. Feeling that it was going to waste, I turned around and aimed the frown in the direction he had indicated. My eyebrows shifted into a more apt position of surprise as I spied, against all probability, a book. A big green one. With a post-it note attached.
I did a bit of what-the-hell-ing and looked to my friend for advice and comfort, but his attentions had become engaged on a young mother who had bent down low to adjust her child's saftey straps.
After a moment's silent reverie on this scene, I sidled over to the book and inspected the note. It was pink and had some friendly girlish squiggles on it, no doubt calculated to inspire trust and a relaxed in the mind of the bearer.
Nevertheless, I still checked it somewhat gingerly for the subtle application of dog crap or any other similar subtance. The sweep came up clean, so I opened the book (still apprehensive that a crossbow bolt would fire out at me once the covers were parted).
Needless to say, the afternoon was spent delighting in the fantastic ridiculousness of the situation, and I can safely predict a long friendship between book and self until I leave it for a fellow (and hopefully less verbose) traveller to find.

CAUGHT IN LONDON - UK

I caught this book as I travelled on a Picadilly line underground train on 24.9.05. It was on a seat with a little post it note saying "please take me". So I did. Cool!

CAUGHT IN LONDON ENGLAND