I’ve attended my first Edinburgh festival event of 2011 and thus summer has officially begun. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the castle stood resplendent on its crag. The Mardi Gras made its way from the City Chambers to the Grassmarket …. where the band played the afternoon away. Some enjoyed themselves more than others [...]
Archive for July, 2011
The Long and The Short of It
Posted in chat, Edinburgh Book Festival 2011 on July 14, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Quite simply over the next fortnight, real life has a few priorities of its own. Not all of them pleasant, unfortunately, and there will not be enough time for reading and blogging. As I’m not organised enough to have several pre-scheduled posts to cover the gaps, I shall be taking a short blogging break. However, in the spare time I have, I will be [...]
55 Hours In London: Part Three
Posted in chat, World Literature Weekend 2011 on July 8, 2011 | 5 Comments »
55 Hours In London: Part One 55 Hours in London: Part Two Hour 47: Arrive at the British Museum early. Hooray the sun is shining and I have time to take a small detour through the Australian garden exhibition, which is currently decorating the British Museum forecourt. Hour 48: Final event of World Literature Weekend [...]
City of Dreadful Night – Peter Guttridge
Posted in guttridge peter, Lancashire Reading Trail on July 4, 2011 | 1 Comment »
I started to feel guilty the other week. As the train to London pulled into Preston. The feeling returned on my way back to Scotland. Immersed as I was in Dutch Literature Month, immersed as I always am in German literature, why haven’t I read much from “home” i.e Lancashire? No idea. And then I started to [...]
55 Hours In London: Part Two – Of buses, buns and book shops
Posted in badaude, chat, spark muriel on July 2, 2011 | 8 Comments »
There’s the spontaneous book binge. The I-was-just-passing-and-just-couldn’t-resist kind. This wasn’t one of those. As I’m normally 20 miles from the nearest bookshop, finding myself in central London on a Saturday with an empty bookbag ….. meant that on this day I had every intention of being my own very, very, very best friend! The route was mapped out with military precision. I was staying [...]































