Silly me. Here it’s been business as usual. I’ve posted reviews and sent in links to people afflicted by them. And they’re all at the London Book Fair!
Maybe I really should go one day. Next time. Or not. I have been told it’s not for the likes of me. Bloggers. Insignificant people. But I could always just stare lovingly at all the real people. Even Son considered going, until he discovered so much work that actually needed doing, that he was unable to. You know, I could have bumped into someone who almost likes me.
Received an invitation to Canada House, in anticipation of the LBF. Had to decline. This was my second such event, and I’m not at all sure what got me onto their list in the first place. I think I worked it out last time, and then I forgot it again. So I still haven’t a clue.
What I feel I’d want to know if I were to plan a day there, is which day to go. I’d like to see people I’d like to see. And I am reluctant to ask each and every possible victim when they are intending to go, or even if they are. Sounds a little stalker-ish.
So I expect it’d be pot luck.