“No, it isn’t.” “Yes, it is.” “No, it isn’t. It’s a crap day like any other.” “I’m telling you, today is World Book Day.” “How do you know?” said James. “I bet you don’t even know what the date is.” Wiki shrugged. James was right. He didn’t know the date. None of them did. He didn’t know the date, and now he came to think about it, he didn’t know what day of the week it was, either. “I thought you were supposed to know everything,” James sneered. “You’re Wiki, the walking Wikipedia. Wiki, the little boy with the big head like a bulb. Stuffed full of useless facts. And you don’t even know what date it is.” “It doesn’t matter what the date is,” said Wiki patiently. “If we say it’s World Book Day, then it’s World Book Day.” “Who’s ‘we,’ then?” “Well, mainly Chris Marker,” said Wiki. “He says books are important and…” James swore at Wiki and laughed in his face. “I might have known it was Chris Wanker’s idea.”
