The answer to yesterday’s poser was Miliband. Nigella WAS there the previous day, and I knew people might have read that, so I offered her as an alternative, and THEN put her name in the bloody title to psych some of you out, and because I am a magical Derren Brown-type mind guru, about three-quarters of you suckers FELL FOR IT. Bwa, as I believe they say, ha ha. It was Miliband who was being assailed by serious-looking socialists as I slunk into the tent for my event. Zellweger did not appear.
Here, thanks to Misha, is a link to me banging on to a Telegraph reporter shortly after my reading at Hay. Hope this works. It looks like you have to get into Facebook to access it. It’s not enormously interesting I imagine, but you know – always nice to see my little face, eh?
I’m going to devote the remainder of this blog to harping on again about a book event. It’s on June 13th in Foyles, a fine independent bookshop on Charing Cross Road in London. It will start at about 7.30; I’ll read briefly from Eleven, dick about in my normal semi-coherent way, take questions, and eventually have some wine. I would love to have a strong Watsonian contingent there to boost what will be a quite significant moment in my trying-to-be-a-proper-writer career. It’s FREE – yes! FREE in capitals! – but you have to sign up in advance. The link is tinyurl.com/watsonatfoyles. I know, because I made it myself.
I’ll continue to hassle you about this and other forthcoming occasions to promote the new, slightly chunkier version of Eleven. Also, soon I will be doling out those foreign versions I offered recently. And before too long I’ll be starting to unveil details of the next novel. I might even read a bit of it at this Foyles gathering. YOU SHOULD COME!!! Did I mention?