This Writing Life

I saw a novelist and self-proclaimed 'New Puritan' do a reading the other day. Apparently he even has a film being made of one of his books. When he finished and was offering to sign his books, I went straight to the gents (and yes, I did wash my hands), came out again, gave my regards to the host and walked off to the tube station. To my surprise, New Puritan was already there on the platform, cutting a forlorn figure with his carrier bag full of unsold books. What a life.