A while back, A + W gifted us with a giant stack of old TLS, LRB, and NYRB. It was one of the best presents we've ever received and we've spent many evenings encamped in the living room with the bottomless stack. I got sucked in to the personal ads in the London Review of Books. Are you familiar with them? I've wheezed with laughter over some. Perhaps it isn't the best use of my time at the height of wedding season, but I've clipped out a few of my favorites which you can find here. There are also two collections of the ads: They Call me Naughty Lola and Sexually, I'm More of a Switzerland. I don't find reading the ads in a book nearly as funny. I think it is something about the unexpected words gracing those pretentious oversized pages.