I am quite beside myself. At around 10 a.m. on 25th November, I am to present myself at the Lair of the Unbounders. My mission is to sign all the books intended for those who pledged enough to get my John Hancock on the flyleaf of their copy of Gibbous House. I haven't practised my signature so much since I was bored in Geography at school! (Not true, actually. You'll know if it's my genuine signature, you'll think it reads "GALavvi" or something like that).
I'm flying into Gatwick the night before, signing books on the Friday and around lunchtime I'll be trekking out to Luton to fly home to Malaga. See me, the Jet-Setting Writer, eh? ... Sorry, had to stop writing, couldn't see for the tears of laughter.
Anyway, as you can tell, I'm quite excited. I'll probably have a beer in The Blacksmith and Toffeemaker on Thursday evening. A not-quite dry run for the LAUNCH PARTY on the 12 January...
I feel a bit guilty to be honest, to feel so excited after the USA made the decision to elect a loose cannon. It's probably going to be a tough few years across the pond, especially if you're not white, straight or male. We'll see what happens. On the world stage, not so much, I think. Within the continental United States, who knows? Maybe the 60's revisited. Might be time to watch "Cool Medium" again or listen to Frank Zappa and the Mothers playing "More Trouble Every Day", perhaps.
Be that as it may, good luck to my American friends. I'll raise a glass to you and keep my fingers crossed.
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