Maxine Clarke sends me a another link (this one to Booksquare) about the British Book Awards, which appear to have turned ugly: Fisticuffs and Conga, What Will The British Think of Next?
During my wild years I once had a most heated discussion with another fellow that resulted in the two of us crashing through the bannister of a second-floor landing and soaring through the air to the floor below -- just like in a Western.
Nah, neither of them are good enough to beat out JKRowlings...she's got it made!
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Dear Lord, what is the world coming to when a pair of grown British writers are duking it out? Whatever happened to hashing out things over a nice cup of tea?
ReplyDeleteSomeday, Frank, you really must tell us more about these "wild days" of yours.
I think the less said about Frank's wild years the better, actually. Though experience, if you manage to survive it, is always broadening.
ReplyDeleteI smiled at the bannister-crashing image! I wonder what book discussion could have resulted in that passion? (Though actually, you don't say it was about a book).
ReplyDeleteAs you say, Frank, some aspects of one's past are best with veils over them.
I'm afraid I don't recall what it was about.
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