Well I’ve been all over the place me. I did Latitiude last Sunday which was fine but muddy and I had to keep yelling at the next stage to turn the bloody music down. The next day we gave this really interesting guy and his son a lift back to London. They’d foolishly come down on the Sunday by public transport and had had to take five different trains to get there! His name was Saul Williams an American poet and actor and musician who’d been appearing on the poetry stage. We were having such a good conversation that I missed the turning from the A14 to the A12 and we were nearly in Ipswich before I noticed but since it is near our house I was able to take him right to St Pancras to catch the Eurostar to Paris where he lives. The way I described Suffolk to Saul was that its such a media part of the countryside (the most common name in Southwold is either Freud or Murdoch) that you meet the same people as you meet in London but in Suffolk they’re on horses.
Then on Tuesday we caught the train to Liverpool for the opening party of the Musuem Of Liverpool which made me resolve from now on to only visit museums I’m an exhibit in. Then on Thursday we had a signing for the paperback of Stalin Ate My Homework at News From Nowhere, Liverpool’s radical bookshop.
I also took my mother to the Tatton Park Flower Show which was nice but a bit disappointing, I thought there’d be more flowers and less stalls selling wierd carved wooden owls but perhaps I missed some bits.
Also I’m doing an article for a newspaper on my hobby of going to all you can eat buffets and I wondered if any of you had any stories about them, I think I said I’d file copy by the 29th of July so before then would be handy if you do.