I spent the afternoon in the pub, watching Spurs lose on penalties to lucky, lucky, greedy Man Utd in the Carling Cup final. It was a strange game – I thought we played well, but felt that our defeat was inevitable. I should feel gutted but I don’t – I suppose the main aim for the season is that we stay up and everything else is secondary. We never win against Man Utd, so I wasn’t expecting much. I wrote off this season a long time ago.
It was quite bizarre in the pub. I met my mates Sam and Jon there, but my mum also tagged along, as I know she enjoys her football. She had to leave before extra-time and so I texted her the result. We also bumped into Martin, a bloke who me and Sam went to university with in Leeds many years ago. It turns out he now lives in Wood Green. It was one of those odd occasions where various social spheres all collide, but no-one gets hurt. A jolly time was had by all, if you remove the football from the equation.
Yesterday, in a second-hand bookshop in East Finchley, I found a copy of my book. It cheered me up, briefly. I often forget that I’ve written a book. Come April it will be 3 years since I wrote the damned thing, and I can’t say I have any particular urge to write another one. I assumed that once I’d written a book, fame and fortune would instantly beckon, but that hasn’t been the case. I should really pull my finger out and write something else, but my creative well is dry.
Anyway, here’s a good interview with Alan Moore.
I’ve been feeling quite depressed and morose recently. It’s raining every day, it’s dark by 4pm, I’m struggling with work and it’s an uphill battle to get out of bed in the morning.
So, it’s nice when something good happens. Such as me being interviewed by Simon from the brilliant Big Green Bookshop in Wood Green.
You can read the interview here: