So anyway...Do you think I should be on twitter? I can sometimes think of little enough to say here but my publisher’s are having a workshop for their authors on how to use it and its supposed to be a great tool for promotion so I don’t know. My publisher’s recently held a lunch for book bloggers and authors at a posh club, there were nine authors (people like me, Chris Cleave, Andrew Miller and so on) and nine bloggers, except five of the bloggers didn’t bother to turn up. One particular woman had written vile reviews of nearly everybody there and another had to go to hospital or something but still it’s definitely a different landscape out there but at least there were more sandwiches for me. The world is obviously changing and I think you do have to decide whether to get on board or not and I think in the end I do want to be part of things so my next book will be produced by Tinie Tempah. (Does that joke work or does it just make me seem pathetic? I don’t really know who Tinie Tempah is).
The other night I went to the press night of a play about middle class drug addiction and during the play four members of the audience had to be carried out in a faint. Somebody said it might have been needle phobia or the play was really powerful but I think maybe some of the audience had recently been in rehab and the play was a bit too much for them.
I also recently went to the Index on Censorship awards. A few days before, the lady upstairs, a leading human rights lawyer had borrowed Wilf because they’ve got mice but all he did was claw her in the eye when he was playing and she had to go to hospital. Also her niece was one of the organisers of the awards so all the talk at the Index on Censorship awards wasn’t concerning Egypt or Belarus but Wilf.
Also...I am of course very much in support of the Libyan rebels in their fight against the appalling dictatorship of Ghaddaffi but they do drive me nuts. I find myself constantly shouting at the TV. “Stop shooting in the air! If one of you’re problems is that you’re low on ammunition then stop firing it at seagulls!” I think indeed that it may turn out that there are no pro-Ghaddaffi forces at all and all the rebels are being killed by their own ammunition falling out of the sky.
On this point does anybody know, would the Libyans be using the old Soviet 7.62x39mm rounds or the more modern 5.54x39.5mm of the AK 74?
And what is its lethality if it falls on you?
Yes he did pluck at my chest hair, he should have just made it disappear with magic.
The play was Knot of the Heart at the Almeida.