Last weekend's Turn The Page book fair event was rather enjoyable, despite my expression in the short clip featured by the venue's Facebook presence, which you can find here
In a rarity of a city (it voted to 'Remain' in the European Union where the rest of East Anglia didn't) there was much to discuss and shake heads about as the two days unfolded, but that wasn't the splendid selection of work that surrounded me.
That existed to raise the spirits.
My thanks to those that stopped to chat, browse and - yes - even purchase from the Ensixteen Editions range on offer.
And to Jules Allen and the Turn The Page team. Staunch work!
And now - another week, and reality bites again: the last visit of an ugly little braggart and his big ugly thoughts to Brussels, racist attacks on the rise – having been given seeming license by the vote of only just over half those who voted last week – headless poultry in Tory and Labour camps, and more suicide vests in airport lounges yesterday.
On the world and domestic stages. . . confusion and mistrust.
Whither Britain - our septic isle?