The reason I've already done it is I forgot Sunday was meant to be a day off and posted it yesterday.
So I shall take the opportunity to post a little more about the author fair and conference I went to on Saturday at Foyles Bookshop in Charing Cross Road.
Firstly, the good news is that I actually got there. And I was on the right day! (As opposed to many of my other appointments where I have arrived a week early/a week late etc etc.) The bad news is even though I caught an earlier train, the train service was doing the usual "leaves on line" business so I was late arriving at Euston. However, although I was running slightly behind on my initial schedule, I decided I'd time to drop in a couple of my books to a publishing management company near Euston.
Unfortunately, I went to the wrong address.
Well I went to the right address but I didn't realise that their address had an "A" following their street number - which meant they were located in another building.
So I rang them three times to try and verify the address. (Preempting my own stupidity there). Unfortunately, their answer machine was on and nobody picked up. Eventually, after fluffing around and cursing my bad luck for a while, I decided I had to push on so I could get to Foyles on time for the start of the conference.
But, sadly, I got off at the wrong tube station. This was due to the fact I skimmed read the sign that said Tottenham Court Road was closed when it had, in fact, read Tottenham Court was closed only on the central line.
So I got off at Charing Cross tube station and, despite the fact I used to work nearby in Regent Street, my brain went haywire and I totally lost my sense of direction. Eventually I tried using Google maps on my phone which did work - but only after I'd walked round in circles several times so I could get my bearings. In the meantime, my pop socks were having a bad day and kept falling down below my skirt line which may have made me look bohemian but made feel like a right idiot.
Oh God, I have just admitted to wearing pop socks with a skirt. Ah well.
What can I say - it was a hot day but not enough to go pop-sock less. If you know what I mean.
Normally, I'm really stylish.
Other than that bad start the day went pretty well. Here's several piccys.
|Author Lindsay Stanberry Flynn let me use her picture showing the general scene.
Lindsay teaches creative writing and writes adult and children's fiction. You can find her HERE
I'm not in the picture - I think I was in the loo pulling up my pop socks.
A is for Arses and Aidan Turner B is for Bullshit C is for Chinese Crispy Duck and the Conservative Party. D is for Diarrhea, Dinosaurs and Depauperation E is for Eulogy for the Earth F is for Ferrero Rocher G is for Guns and Girls H is for Hope and Horny Jelly Men