I wore my I ♥ Fat Andy t-shirt to work last week and (of course) had to explain it forty-seven times.
But it was worth it -- a patron mentioned to me early this week that he'd read two Reginald Hill books since our chat and was headed back to the stacks for more. Hooray!
From the Guardian:
When you were growing up did you have books in your home?
We were an ordinary working-class family. There was no library or butler. But I knew about libraries and butlers because my mother was a great fan of crime fiction. The adult books that came into the house tended to be Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers and Ngaio Marsh, which perhaps fed a taste which I developed later.