Cathy Cassidy is her fans’ greatest fan. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard an author speak quite so warmly of and at such great length about their fans. In fact, if I hadn’t steered the conversation in a few more directions we’d still be in that coffee shop marvelling over Cathy’s lovely fans.
Well, maybe we wouldn’t. Cathy had an event to attend, being the star turn. And she had just come from a school event. And the day before she’d done two (I think) massive events for hundreds of fans in her old home town of Coventry. You send Cathy to Coventry and she’s as happy as anything.
She’ll have covered thousands of fans by the time she’s done with this tour. She even had girls turn up unannounced at events, as though a few hundred extra won’t be a problem.
Problems are what Cathy and I have had in getting together, however. After not managing more than a split second of a wave in Edinburgh, we were going to meet in her hotel when she came to a venue near me. Except her plans were changed for her at the last minute, and both the hotel and the evening vanished.
But Cathy was determined to do this interview and managed to carve out some coffee shop time in the afternoon between events, before heading west to Liverpool. And as I mentioned at the beginning, she spent most of that time enthusing about her wonderful fans. I did manage to get some news on intelligent rabbits and friendship bracelets, too.
And then she tipped me. ; )
At least we weren’t mobbed by fans. I’d had this vision of being seen with Cathy in public, leading to hordes of the wonderful fans descending on us. In case you’re wondering, Cathy wore green boots to match her green cardigan. Very Irish pixie.