About Alfred Armstrong

Born at some time in the past, I've spent much of the intervening period with my head on one side, scanning bookshelves for unusual items. When I find them, I buy them. Some are addicted to tobacco, some to sniffing bicycle saddles: I collect books that in a sane, hygienic and tasteful world would not exist.

This site is a monument to my weakness. Feel free to gawp.