I had previously read Generation A by Douglas Coupland after luckily stumbling upon it at the library on its release date a few years ago.  I loved it, and was therefore thrilled to find it in hardback in one of my favourite shops in Manchester for only £3.  A few days later I found myself standing next to my book case and thought I’d pick it up to smell the fresh pages.  After a few moments enjoying the aroma, I accidently flicked through to the title page where I found Douglas Coupland’s signature, not printed, but an actual ink-written autograph. Needless to say, thousands of tiny versions of myself were dancing around my mind in triumphant celebration.  I’m not sure how this happened, perhaps the shop received some excess stock from a publisher that forgot about a signing, or perhaps someone got bored and decided to forge some famous author’s autographs as a surprise for the reader.  Either way, it’s either brilliant or hilarious. The end.