If anybody ever asks me about the power of a book-jacket then I'll tell 'em this: it works with me . . . and I mean Big Style.
 
I was in the the wonderful Hockney Galleries at Salt's Mill in Saltaire (and if you're ever stumped about where to spend a long weekend or even a whole damn week, then this is the place for you . . . and I mean that), checking out the bookroom, and I came away with seven titles, most of which I knew diddly about. The thing was, I fell in love with the covers . . . and...
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Today finds me settling down to work after the busy life of personal appearances and book-signings. Good fun and great to speak with fans of my work from Hull, Leeds, Ilkley and Manchester (more to come). The Leeds gig (Waterstones, Albion Street) was particularly noteworthy.

When Nicky and I came out of one of the cross streets into Albion, I was rather surprised to see throngs of people—and I mean THRONGS . . . like, hundreds!—standing in line and facing up the street in the general d...

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