Small Extra Plug

One of those unexpected Blankets Of Gloom has descended on my head this morning for no particular reason, coming as it does with such pointless wails as "What am I doing with my life?" and "Why haven't I earnt any money?" and "Fuck oh fuck oh fuck," but tonight I have planned the ideal pick-me-up.

I spent half of yesterday writing a brand-new specially-tailored ghost story, all about Heaton Park (North Manchester), which is where I shall be telling it tonight to an audience of kids and adults and Whoever The Hell Turns Up. It's called Screaming Willie and if you want a copy, it's £3.50 (including p+p). Email me (remove "spam" from the email address - it's there to stop spam) or indicate in the comments box.

So, if you fancy being a Whoever who The Hell will Turn Up, then please do come along and help cheer me up.

Details here. And it's free.

Oh, and as my son and his friend sang in the car last night...

We wish you a terrible Hallowe'en,
We wish you a terrible Hallowe'en,
We wish you a terrible Hallowe'en,
And a horrid Bonfire Night.


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