I don't seem to be able to stay away, do I?
Well. I've just been invited to the Prime Minister's Literary Awards ceremony on Friday night, as the assistant of my Aged Poet friend, so I just thought I'd yoo-hoo out there to any of you blogging literary types who may be attending as well. I'll be with the nice old lady using the walker. I'll probably be dressed in black, like everyone else. I may be scowling.*
Come and say hello.
*Because of the pitiful selection of works to be honoured. You're fucking up, Kev.