Hello lovely people,
Excited to announce that I’ll be launching my debut novel THE GODS OF LOVE on Friday February 9th at Manchester Deansgate Waterstones.
Head here for the Facebook invite
The event will run from 6.30pm to 8pm and will include a couple of short readings from the novel, plus a Q&A with wonderful writer (and fellow City Life alumni) David Lloyd of creative partnership Kindholm, who will be doing the Qs while I do my best to take care of the As.
Then, should the urge come upon you, you can buy a copy of the book and get it signed by me (or by anyone, really, but it makes more sense if I do it.)
The event is free, and all are welcome. I’ll look forward to seeing you there.
(Post-event, we’ll no doubt be heading out to Corbieres for some celebratory drinks. Bet you’re glad I arranged it for a Friday night, eh? See, I’m always thinking of you.)
The book is published on Feb 1 and will be available to buy on the night but if you’d like to get hold of a copy before then, it’s currently available for pre-order at Waterstones, Amazon and Blackwells.
May the gods (but only the nice ones) be with you.
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So, are you all ready for a perfect Christmas?
Hahahaha. Hahahahahah. HA!
Don’t be silly. Nobody has a perfect Christmas. Everyone (adverts) pretends that such a thing exists but really, it’s the stuff of folklore/rampant capitalism. Like Santa Claus. Or Justin Bieber. (Seriously. There’s no such thing as Justin Bieber. Just don’t tell the kids).
Anyway, perfect Christmases are for wimps. Totally messed up Christmases are where it’s at this year. The more FUBAR the better. Find out how well you’re doing by taking part in this Christmas quiz, with one point to be awarded for each of the following catastrophies: Continue reading
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