reclusive blogauthor makes public appearance one night only
Ok. So I’ve said lots about what I did this weekend. What about what I didn’t do? I was supposed to WORK ON BOOK WORK ON BOOK WORK ON BOOK YOU FUCKER! But that’s neither here nor there. And write a letter of reference, will take care of that tomorrow when stationary is at hand. And finish reading Crash, but I’ll do that tonight.
But also, I was supposed to write a talk on a certain very famous Irish author for a lecture I’m giving at a charity bookshop Monday evening. They asked, and what was I supposed to say – world hunger is at stake! I will scrabble something up tomorrow. But if you’re very bored and at the same time utterly fascinated by the author of this blog (and, really, how could you not be! I mean, look at this stuff! and I am cute in person!) I hereby formally invite you to my charity bookshop lecture. Um, you’ll have to write me for the details, for reasons of pseudonymity, but I’d love to a) see some friendly faces and b) not lecture to a single bored person who was otherwise sifting the LPs and c) this won’t happen again, probably, as it’s a unique combination of no-ID required lecturing, not a pay-in-advance conference and stealth enough for me to let you know on here without giving the game away.
It’s out in West London somewhere. No, not the Harrods branch of Oxfam. Further west. The event is free, except you’ll have to buy one of the sixteen copies of Rushdie’s Shalimar the Clown that they have in stock if you come. In return, I will supervise your PhD (if applicable – paying punters only, please!)