We had a lazy – well, lazier – sort of day yesterday, mainly attending the launch of Gillian Philip’s Bloodstone at the Edinburgh Bookshop. Hadn’t been there since it was enlarged, and I have to say the shop looked good.
People came and people mingled, and the able bartender served red and white and soft with aplomb. If anyone saw me with two glasses in my hands that’s because I had to hold the photographer’s drink. Nothing else.
Keith Charters of Strident Publishing hopped into the shop window and spoke. Not too long, and really quite well. They publish good books at Strident.
Then it was Gillian’s turn, but before she hopped her shoes had to come off. (Always consider your choice of socks in these circumstances!) Gillian read from Bloodstone and a pretty good piece it was, too. The one about the bloodthirsty ‘horse’. That kind of reading is likely to make people want to buy, and even read, Bloodstone.
We mingled some more. I spoke to Vanessa about her plans for the bookshop, and I talked to one of my faithful blog readers, before attempting to get her run over on the street outside.
And no, Seth wasn’t there.
Nice socks, Gillian…
And no holes in the toes. (I checked.) A lovely party.
You go to all the best parties, Bookwitch. Thanks for posting about it and sharing the sight of Gillian’s ace socks! Shoes to the side looked good too!
Omitted taking photo of Belfast sink full of bottles…
AAAARGH! (Actually Nicola’s right, it could easily have been one of my holy pairs…) Thank you for coming, Bookwitch!
Would have edited out anything holy. That’s for bishops, anyway.
No no–bishops have to be left to rot in running water. Gah! SO wish I’d been there to see the socks and add to the bottle count
PS Seth was with me, if you were wondering….
You mean, take away from the bottle count?
WAS he???