There has already been afternoon tea in Manchester. Today – on the last day – there will be more afternoon tea, and a quiz. I’m trying really hard not to mind.
While I’m busy not minding, I give you some more borrowed/stolen photos from the Manchester Children’s Book Festival. It is run (or do I mean organised?) by Kaye and James. They work very hard. By today they must be absolutely shattered. I know I am, and I wasn’t even there.
That’s why I will show you their happy smiles as they rubbed shoulders with the great and the famous this week. The one at the beginning was Curtis Jobling, who they worked pretty hard. Here they are with Curtis and his hat.
Then James seems to have got Sufiya Ahmed to himself.
After which we see James wondering what on earth Kaye has to laugh about. Are they not there to work? Their boss, the Poet Laureate is looking on.
And look, here is James with his arms round Carol Ann and Kaye. He looks right at home.
More ladies for James; Jenny and Rachel.
And with that Cerri Burnell off television.
Then luckily we have a break from our pair, as Kevin does his fan stuff with Guy Bass.
But then it’s back to more hanging out with authors, with Kate Pankhurst. James is testing out the intelligent look.
Next is Justin Somper with our hard-working couple.
Imtiaz Dharker speaks at the poetry event. Proper grown-up it looks, and no Kaye or James. (Though I’m sure they were there…)
Andrew Cope is looking pleased to have avoided the camera happy organisers.
Oh no, here they are, back with Andrew.
Steve Cole got the whole line-up of mcbf helpers instead.
Cathy Cassidy and ‘her boys’ who, as I’ve said before, are among the nicest in children’s fiction.
Former MMU student Liz Kessler was back with her pals Kaye and James.
And finally, Ali Sparkes with, surprise, surprise, Kaye and James.
But you know what I’m really trying to say, don’t you? These two lovely people work, and work, and they organise a rather nice and most friendly book festival. They deserve to be photographed with their guests. They deserve the limelight. Because they do this so well, with an ever present smile on their faces. Well, two smiles. One for each face.
There was no witch to ask to see James’s socks this year. No witch to send to the back of the room. And no cake for the witch. Or tea. Or quiz, which I would surely have won. Had I been there.
(The photos are by the mcbf photographer. I simply smuggled them onto my flickr account, because earlier this week I produced a nice post which suddenly lost half it’s pictures because someone went and pruned the mcbf gallery…)