hehe I didn't need a book to tell me that you're a little eccentric, p.
Don't ever stop being - it's a good part of why we like so much
. Eccentricity is a peculiarly English trait, too, you know. See: "The English are meant to be eccentric. To be removed from the centre, quirkily brave in opinion, individualistically creative in behaviour, is a proud English boast in both the republic of letters and in the parliamentary monarchy of daily governed reality. Nobody does eccentricity better.
Indeed, lesser breeds without the humour may lack the tools for this particular job. In vain do the Spanish nominate Don Quixote or the French invoke Jacques Tati. Both may be odd - but the one is too metaphysical in his anguish and the other too disturbing in his mania to qualify. For the English eccentric is a comforter. Like satire, another English specialism, the insular eccentric offers not anger but a chortle as a means of accommodating oneself to absurdity, cruelty and iniquity. And that comfort is surely one of the few egalitarian consolations in a hierarchical society. Whether a proletarian pigeon-fancier on the allotment or an Emsworth-like breeder of pigs on broad acres, the English can console themselves with the thought that they're all in on this particular thing together." (from an article in the Guardian Review)
Ackroyd is great - I've got an excellent biog of Blake by him, and also London: A Biography. He's a bit wordy, but extremely enthusiastic and knowledgeable.