next I was on a plane to Manchester, England. This part of the trip melted without concern or thought from me. My dad picked me up at the airport and drove the two hours to Poulton le Fylde, a quiant little place in Lancashire. I had dinner and a good nights sleep back in the womb of my family, then Stephen Holland came and got me for the Page 45 event, two weeks ago on August 3rd, in Nottingham. This was the best organised book signing I have ever been involved in. Afterwards I did my set piece in the relaxed surroundings of the Canal House, a pub I'd drink in all the time if it lived near me. I appear to have been photographed from every possible angle there.
D'Israeli's blog, his flickr set, Glenn Carter's pictures, Natalie's Pictures
Thanks, Stephen, it was great to be with you again, and wee Paul Gravett too.
My set piece involves a complicated narrative explaining how an obscene expletive found its way, unbeknown to me, and flying under the watchful eye of both my editor and his proofreader, into a block of small print in The Fate of the Artist. I have the page open in the photo above and am just about to reveal it...