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The new book is out. I’ve always done an introduction to the books, and posted them on this site; this is a first pass, really. I got the idea for a book about the night in 2008, and envisaged taking a similar approach to the one I took in Parallel Lines and The Longest Crawl. This is to say, I’d travel and I’d do . . . → Read More: Something of the Night.  Once again. I’ve been looking at the search terms whereby people find this site. Luckily, the most popular search term is Ian Marchant, and the various permutations thereof. But what fascinates me is the other stuff people come looking for. People visit this site looking for things like information on where to find the pub sign painted by Dora Carrington, Chesterton’s road poems, and . . . → Read More: Puch Maxi Moped, tit rub (or tit-rub), triple cooked chips. We drove to Cambridge yesterday to pick up some stuff, and on the way I bought the Radio Times and i, both of which had favouable things to say about the psycho-geography show on Radio Three. When we got home,there was a parcel waiting, with my first copy of ‘Something of the Night’ inside. Stayed up till much too late, while I read bits . . . → Read More: Good weekend so far, touch wood. Here’s a lovely photo of the author dressed very much en trende. The autumn is going to be all about knitwear, in my view. These woollen lederhosen, or wollenhosen as I guess we should call them were knitted for me by the ladies and gentlemen of the Village Hall Knitting Circle, in the Village Hall at the Secret Garden Party, 2011. SGP is . . . → Read More: Secret Garden Parties The combination of our first wedding anniversary with some teaching in that London for the National Academy of Writing meant that my wife and I were looking for something fun to do in the Sarfeast last Wednesday evening. So we put up at an hotel in Maidenhead, and went for dinner at Heston Blumenthal’s pub, The Hinds Head in Bray. We couldn’t quite . . . → Read More: I’ve had my chips |
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