All of it. (I feel like that old Tuborg ad.)
Although this is about the book festival in Edinburgh, and not Danish beer. We should be starting doing the rounds at Charlotte Square, roundabout now. It’d be nice with a soft start, but the first Saturday is rather full.
We knew we would only manage half the festival period, but which half? Actually, Daughter reckoned she could do all of it, but I know better. One or two specific people decided the matter for us, making it the first half. I’m sorry about the people of the second half. It can’t be helped. I wanted to see you too, but…
I have been racing through the delicious first chapters of Ribblestrop Forever! by Andy Mulligan. He will be here, and I want to find out all about Ribblestrop. On a more serious note Daughter is after Professor Frank Close. I hope I can keep up with this Higgs and LHC stuff.
Looking forward to meeting Chris Riddell for the first time, and also to seeing lots of people for anything but the first time. Sorry if I seem to be bothering you again. A couple of Swedes and a prize party and a speech in Parliament might also happen.
Was a little taken aback at realising Chris Close, the photographer who does the artistic photos of authors, which he hangs all over the square (the pictures, not the actual authors), has been using my photo of himself to advertise what he does. That must be recognition. (OK, Son’s photo. Close enough. Sorry about unintended pun.)
(We are heading into the great unknown. Will be staying in possibly internet free zone, so blogging will have to happen as and when it can.)