August 9th 2012
I’m doing three scheduled items at Greenbelt this year, two of which are inexplicably at the same time. I shall explain.
They’re all on Monday (27th August). The 2nd and 3rd items are the Greenbelt Book Club at 5.45pm in the Hub, looking at Chris Beckett’s Dark Eden (with Dr Andrew Tate and Ben Whitehouse) followed all-too rapidly by my talk on publishing, “How to make money out of books in the 21st century”, at 6.30pm in Bethany. I’m still at a loss as to how this could have happened – I’m there all weekend, and moving my solo talk to either the Saturday or the Sunday would have been, on the face of it, an obvious solution.
I am not in charge, however, so I’ll have to nip off after half an hour or less to get to the other venue which may well be on the other side of the site.
If – and nothing is certain in this world – any of my books make it into the book store this year (which they didn’t last year, due to, oh I don’t know, aliens or something), I’ll try and arrange a signing. Hopefully Monday lunchtime, as Monday is my day of Doom anyway.
Day of Doom? Oh yes, gentle reader. A while back I was asked if I wanted to do a fun panel on “Visions of the future”, where panel members posit their particular utopia and the audience vote on their favourite. Fun, they said. What it’s morphed into is me, Robin Ince the stand-up comedian who regularly appears on Radio 4, and a professional futurologist are going to be engaged in a Star Trek style battle to the death, complete with polystyrene boulders, for the hearts and minds of the assembled masses – and we’re in a 2000 seat venue. Not because of me, of course, but that Ince bloke appears to be quite popular. So that’s me, humiliating myself in front of a couple of thousand people, in Centaur on Monday at 11.00am.
Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, and (as the sun won’t be over the yard-arm) doing it sober, this fills me with Utter Dread. I have not declined from this herculean task, however. The People’s Republic of Freedonia will have its day…