Kicked off at the delightful Mrs Middleton’s shop in Freshwater with a friendly gathering. Next stop, Shanklin’s Community Centre where Lorraine was a great host. I was joined by poet, Donna Jones, MBE who braved the filthy weather. I thank you.
Tuesday evening, off to The Society Club in Soho. It’s a gorgeous place. The last time I was there I had 3 cocktails on an empty stomach before dancing down Argyle Street on the arm of a light-footed and dextrous chap who managed to sweep the street, simultaneously.
The club is off Broadwick Street where I was a copywriter in the 80s. It’s where: I AM ELLA. BUY ME is set, based on my antics in Adland.
Next morning, I landed in Patisserie Valerie, in Old Compton Street – Soho’s original and iconic tea-room. Again, this is one of Ella’s haunts – she enjoys many a croissant with the lovely Adam right here.
Surrounded by cake, lovely customers and staff, and wonderful friends who came along to the evening reading. Thank you for making the day a joy. And no, unlike ‘Ella’, I did not eat all the cakes. Just most of them.
Then it was off to The Purbeck Literary Festival, organised by the magnificent Emma Fernandez. The night was billed as ‘Crime at the Castle’ so time for Ella to let The Killing of Mummy’s Boy and Guilt take centre stage.
Following my book signing at Blanchards with the delightful Jill and Lisa, a dedicated audience braved the wind and rain to have their blood curdled. For one night only, screen writer, Lee Crompton joined me and, for one night only, we were king and queen of Durleston Castle, scaring the living daylights out of the dirty rascals. DJ Steve Harris was tasked with interviewing – slightly disconcerting given he knew more about the pair of us than we did.
It was a pleasure to meet some lovely readers that night; the youngest being a talented eleven-year-old writer. I’d love to know what you think of the book. So please get in touch and let me know.
If there was any justice in the world, I should’ve lost my voice after hearing so much of it over the past week, but, no such luck for my long-suffering husband.
Next stop Red Nose Day at Shorwell Village Hall. I’ll be signing books to raise funny money for Comic Relief. Then off to Wight Words at Quay Arts in the evening. Come along and have a laugh.