Exciteable Boy
Jun. 29th, 2006 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3I went along to see Christopher Brookmyre last night, having decided that a two hour drive to the cottage was as naught to one of my incredible mutant powers.
The talk and signing was part of a publicity tour for his latest book, A Tale Told in Blood and Hard Black Pencil, and, due to expected numbers, was held at the local community hall instead of in the bookshop (Ottakers in East Kilbride, totally recommended as a haven in the horrendous EK shopping mall).
While I was queueing up to have my plastic glass half filled from a plastic bottle of Merlot I made eye contact with a crop-haired guy of around my age, and we shared a kind of "I recognise you from somewhere but I'm not sure where" nod. That was Brookmyre.
He did a very entertaining reading from the book, mostly describing a sadistic headmaster taking an assembly, which drew some good laughs and more than a few knowing chuckles - from me, mostly, since he was describing a Catholic primary school on the outskirts of Glasgow, very similar to my own Hammered House of Horrors.
The Q&A was good fun, espescially when he revealed the name of his book in progress ("Attack of the Killer Unsinkable Rubber Ducks", taken from James Randi's description of those who believe in psychic powers), the screenplay he's written, and an offer to write for DC Comics.
Highlight of the evening, thought, was meeting the lovely http://deililly.livejournal.com/profile and chum. I'm afraid I broke my cover with said chum, and descended into a comicbook geekfest, which belied my suave charming exterior.
Ms Deililly is exactly as charming as she appears from her journal, and we'll definitely be meeting up for coffee (probably in said Ottakers).
By this time it was around 9, and I'd realised that I'd forgotten my key to the cottage where I was supposed to be sleeping last night. No problem, i'd just pop over to my mum'sin the North of Glasgow, and pick up the spare - that's only half an hour out of the way. So I did, turned down the kind offer of a sandwich, and hit the road about 9.30.
I was pretty sure I could manage the 90 miles or so in 90 minutes or so (well, it was late, the roads were quiet...). Until I got to Tarbet, that is and found out that the road into Argyle was closes, and I'd have to detour via The Green Wellie (Tyndrum) and add another 30 miles or so. Ach well...
http://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/tyndrum/tyndrum/
I took the opportunity to practice restraint with my right foot - I tried to leave it on the accelerator and not move it across to the brake. This worked out ok, and I got hear about 11.50 - just in time to pour a large malt and disolve into bed with my book.
For some reason I'm muzzy as hell this morning, but I'm planning to head out into the drizzle with my golf clubs shortly, so that should cheer me up.
The talk and signing was part of a publicity tour for his latest book, A Tale Told in Blood and Hard Black Pencil, and, due to expected numbers, was held at the local community hall instead of in the bookshop (Ottakers in East Kilbride, totally recommended as a haven in the horrendous EK shopping mall).
While I was queueing up to have my plastic glass half filled from a plastic bottle of Merlot I made eye contact with a crop-haired guy of around my age, and we shared a kind of "I recognise you from somewhere but I'm not sure where" nod. That was Brookmyre.
He did a very entertaining reading from the book, mostly describing a sadistic headmaster taking an assembly, which drew some good laughs and more than a few knowing chuckles - from me, mostly, since he was describing a Catholic primary school on the outskirts of Glasgow, very similar to my own Hammered House of Horrors.
The Q&A was good fun, espescially when he revealed the name of his book in progress ("Attack of the Killer Unsinkable Rubber Ducks", taken from James Randi's description of those who believe in psychic powers), the screenplay he's written, and an offer to write for DC Comics.
Highlight of the evening, thought, was meeting the lovely http://deililly.livejournal.com/profile and chum. I'm afraid I broke my cover with said chum, and descended into a comicbook geekfest, which belied my suave charming exterior.
Ms Deililly is exactly as charming as she appears from her journal, and we'll definitely be meeting up for coffee (probably in said Ottakers).
By this time it was around 9, and I'd realised that I'd forgotten my key to the cottage where I was supposed to be sleeping last night. No problem, i'd just pop over to my mum'sin the North of Glasgow, and pick up the spare - that's only half an hour out of the way. So I did, turned down the kind offer of a sandwich, and hit the road about 9.30.
I was pretty sure I could manage the 90 miles or so in 90 minutes or so (well, it was late, the roads were quiet...). Until I got to Tarbet, that is and found out that the road into Argyle was closes, and I'd have to detour via The Green Wellie (Tyndrum) and add another 30 miles or so. Ach well...
http://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/tyndrum/tyndrum/
I took the opportunity to practice restraint with my right foot - I tried to leave it on the accelerator and not move it across to the brake. This worked out ok, and I got hear about 11.50 - just in time to pour a large malt and disolve into bed with my book.
For some reason I'm muzzy as hell this morning, but I'm planning to head out into the drizzle with my golf clubs shortly, so that should cheer me up.
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