Fittingly there were riot fences outside the Plaza (at least we were spared the scaffolding, which would have ruined what is a perfectly nice Art Deco cinema) when Marnie Riches and I finally met up for ‘coffee.’ Our reputations preceded us and all that.
We’d been trying to find a mutually agreeable time for about three months (some people simply pop over for a cuppa ‘right now,’ whereas we faffed around online, synchronising our diaries) with plans being scuppered by all the travelling people engage in these days.
Knowing what an Art Deco Queen Marnie is, I felt that the least we could do was drink our ‘coffee’ in suitable surroundings. The Plaza met with her approval, but I regret to say the toilets were too fake. Nice, but only half pretending to be the real thing. (But at least they weren’t orange…)
So, I had the Earl Grey while Marnie had as frothless a latte as they could muster.
And we talked.
We got the Swedish connections out of the way early, except for a lingering Scandi noir. We talked houses. It’s refreshing to moan in good company.
Marnie asked about my blogging.
I asked about her books. She has written a lot of stuff, and recently had the first Time-Hunters books (under the name Chris Blake) published. There are more of those coming. Marnie is also working on a middle grade book.
And there is the Scandi noir in the drawer. Or possibly more than one. I lost count of the noirs. They sound interesting; somewhere between YA and adult. ‘Older YA’?
When there were only a few minutes left of her car parking, Marnie upped and ran (as a non-driver I forget about these limitations) and I also upped and departed, only a wee bit more sedately. Found myself a bus that was running so late that the driver didn’t charge… (I actually had a train ticket to travel home on, but a distinct lack of pedestrian crossings in town meant I was unable to make the train in time, hence my defection to the bus.)