Ignore the typos just look at the time

So I am just nipping in to tell you I have an events page and a press and reviews page over at The Other Place. So if you’re curious about where I’ve been, where I’m going, what I’ve been babbling on about that’s the place (I’m using it to keep track myself). 

I won’t lie and say that the last two and a half weeks haven’t been knackering or a bit overwhelming for me, they have, but there have also been wonderful things that I’d never anticipated. Here are my best bits so far: 

*** There are so many people who have been so generous and kind that the list is too long to type here (and at this time of night…I have the sleeping pattern of a toddler/pensioner hybrid) but people have gotten behind Tony Hogan in an overwhelming way and I’m so heartened and grateful for that. 

*** In particular my fellow country(wo)men have tooted the Tony Hogan trumpet like I cannae believe. I was front page of The Scotsman this weekend. Front page…just me and a naked rambler who was apprehended in Fife. And then there was frankly bloody lovely Herald interview a few weeks back. Hell, I’m thinking about painting a blue streak across my face and moving back up there. 

*** Reading at stuff. I’ve done a few readings now (below is a piccie from The Book Stops Here though it has to be said Bookseller Crow had the best seats and snacks) and the people are always smashing and it turns out that BTEC in Performing Arts wasn’t wasted because I love reading to an audience even though I have to apologise for both my duff Scots accent and the liberal cunting that goes on at my readings. Those who know me will know that me enjoying reading in public is possibly a small modern miracle but amazingly I do.

*** Best of all is hearing stories of people passing Tony Hogan from person to person. One reader gave it to her Mum, who gave it to her Mum, who gave it to her sister. One mother had it commandeered by her 13 year old daughter. Someone else’s Nan is reading it now. I cannot tell you how incredibly happy that has made me. Really. 

So, that’s it to be honest, tired but happy. Come back soon and I’ll be prattling on about chips again, promise.