I am going to London. When I was young, going to London meant an
exciting train ride and a visit to the Tower and the Natural History museum.
These days it means a nerve-racking drive and a chance to sell stuff. And this
time, the stuff I am selling is myself. I am going to the People’s Book Prize
award ceremony because, yes, my novel A
Time For Silence has made it to the finals. Gulp. It is a black tie event
and I’m hoping they’ll let me in even though I don’t possess a black tie. Or
indeed any sort of tie.
It will be in Ave Maria Lane by St. Paul’s Cathedral. I find
it wonderfully reassuring that Ave Maria Lane is still there. Having produced a
dissertation on Mediaeval London when I was taking my history degree, I was
convinced that I knew the streets of London like the back of my hand, and I was
completely thrown when I actually visited the city and found that everything
had changed. Apparently, there was this big fire in 1666, which demolished all
the best bits. But not Ave Maria Lane!
Now it just remains to be seen whether I can get through the
award ceremony without behaving like a rabbit caught in headlights. Watch this
space.
No compulsion. But please.
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