Wednesday, 21 October 2009

You're wondering where I am. Or maybe you're not.

I'm here.

I don't mean I am just looking at the website. I mean I am there. At a literature festival. Listening to, you know, literature.

I was going to tell you about it night after night. I was going to bring it alive for you, with witty and insightful reviews and colourful descriptions.

But I'm too tired. Sorry. So I'll see you when it's over, if that's okay, and you'll be kind enough to not mention my miserable failure ever again.


  1. I myself won't mention your miserable failure ever again, but Eurolush could be another story altogether.

    Forewarned = forearmed, and all that.

  2. Failure? Good God, even getting to something like that and being part of it is major SUCCESS. I have meant to get to the coop (the shop, not the chicken dwelling) for two days and haven't managed it. It is now getting desperate. Have a wonderful time.

  3. That looks fantastic, hope you are having a great time, you can tell us all about it after you are home and rested.

  4. Wow! I'm impressed. To me, just going to something is a big deal. You can tell us about it, or not, when it's over. Imboacto.

  5. Have fun! And tell us about it when you are rested...

  6. I will let this miserable failure go. This time. But all the rest I will continue to hold up in the clear light of day for all to see.

    It's my job.

  7. Pssst.

    Over here.

    *whispers* Hope you're having fun.

    *looks over shoulder and quickly scurries out of the comment box before anyone hears anything*

  8. I was wondering actually! Glad you are still alive! x

  9. Looks fab.

    Note to self - get off the laptop and read more. And no 'Hello' doesn't count.


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