Three Months, Twelve Hours and a Partridge In a Pear Tree!
Dear Juliet I was going to try not to talk about Point Lobos again today, but my subconscious just bluntly said it thought you needed three months off, twelve hours of sleep a night, and a lot of calm and quiet in a cloistered environment. Apart from the partridges, I have to admit I think it's on the right track. Anyway, I know that's probably not achievable in the real world but I thought I'd better mention it. I hope you're okay today? As I must also have mentioned, I've now got the tickets for the Globe Theatre and the Golden Hinde. And for an epic finale I'm aiming to destroy the British government this time round. So after the book launch 15th-16th, I'm back in London for SoA Southwark and the Globe 18th-19th. These are the exact dates when the Makerfield by-election takes place. Andy Burnham, the man who would be king (or at least PM) is standing there and, if he wins, will most likely force a leadership contest. The polls open on the 18th, the result...