We landed in France around three in the morning and walked through the town and up the long hill heading south. We were to hitch-hike to Paris. By four o’clock we’d left the town behind and were sitting in the dark at the roadside waiting for the cars to wake up when a figure appeared out of the gloom walking towards us.
She stopped to talk. A slim, slight English girl with a pretty face and winning smile, carrying a nylon sports bag with very little in it. She was fifteen and hitch-hiking alone to Barcelona to watch big boys senselessly wasting fuel driving round and round a short motor circuit.
Unlike the Bilbaino you met her goal was not literary but her boldness and sense of adventure surely eclipse his run of the mill travel story and deserve a book or three. Send them to me. If I ever see her again, I’ll hand them over. I thank you on her behalf.
Jecon G.
]]>Right, another cup of tea beckons. Where’s the cake?
]]>And, yes, the mirrored pose adopted by myself and Auster is a bit unfortunate. But at least I am in good company. Did you see Scott Pack’s blog on the chin pose: http://meandmybigmouth.typepad.com/scottpack/2008/10/some-people-are.html? Very amusing to see them all side by side.
]]>See jackets of the majority of celeb memoirs this Christmas to learn exactly how to do all-important hand on chin pose.
]]>Right. 40 members of the Hoff fan club in Germany coming to London and camping overnight outside Borders Oxford Street and through the whole next day for the David Hasselhoff signing.
OK, not very good but I just want one of the posh proofs of the Lace Reader. And I would come and get it.
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