Just a bit more information on book-signing events. Someone asked me if I was likely to be signing books in Manchester, or anywhere else, during the tour. The answer is, for starters, I will be sitting there after every show writing my name in marker pen on everything that moves. Also, I’m planning to do a few special signing sessions in some of the bigger places – like Birmingham and, yes, Manchester – in the early evenings before the shows. So in short, if your aim is to own a copy of ‘Eleven’ with Mark Watson written in actual handwriting as well as in print, you will almost certainly succeed. I’ll publish details of any sign-age I’m planning, well before it happens.
And if you’re one of the people who keep harassing me to come to Ireland – the results of my Request Stop appeal from ages ago, where I asked readers of this blog where I should play extra dates on my tour, will be published next week and I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO LIKE THEM.
Now listen old friends, the problem I’ve got here is that it’s about 2.30 in the morning where I am, and I’m awfully tired. I really think I should sort of click on ‘publish’ and just go to bed, you know? I mean, I’m tremendously tired. I hope this doesn’t seem like too much of a cop-out.
Today I bought six pairs of pants and ate two pizzas. When I come back to look at this blog, day-by-day, as a record of my life, that will have to suffice for September 18 2010. I suppose I’d rather it had been a bit more momentous. But on the other hand, I didn’t lose any family members or appear naked in a public broadcast, so all in all I’m fairly satisfied. Tomorrow I should have something slightly more interesting to say. I hope so, at least. It’s possible I will wake before midnight your time, and add to this blog. Ooh, but I hope not. I hope I’m unconscious now for absolutely ages. Goodnight. I’m planning to dream about inventing a type of pen that can also receive emails.