…and I’m blowing back to the Robin Of Sherwood convention next weekend!
Big thanks to organisers Les and Sue who have kindly allowed me to wander down to Nottingham next Saturday to meet all the friends I made at Legend 2006, and to shamble onstage to do a few readings from the Robin Of Sherwood chapter of Wiffle. I’m now frantically wondering whether I’ve got the guts to go there and reveal that Mark “Nasir” Ryan’s transatlantic phone message last time around made me cry… knowing full well that he’s there in person this year!
I blame it on the white wine.
I’m also torn as to whether to take The Curse-d Dolls with me. As regular blog-readers (both of you) will know, these little woollen terrors have blighted my life with their double-stitched evil ever since I drunkenly bought them at 2006’s charity auction. I might just take Nasir, providing I can find a lead-lined casket to keep him in.
But the biggest dilemma of all is… do I do it in my Friar Tuck outfit?
I would take the dolls back and auction them off onto some poor unsuspecting soul. Don’t dare drive down with them though, you’ll end up in a mangled pile of metal along some motorway.