Today Tom Waits and I celebrated our 71st birthday – and, in a startling development, Bob Dylan sold his entire publishing catalogue. Coincidence – or something more? (No.)
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- Nige
- Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
Happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to you and old Tom, Nige.
ReplyDeleteWhat will you be selling your publishing rights for?
About a fiver.
ReplyDeleteModesty becomes you Nige. But don't undersell yourself. How does a tenner sit with you?
ReplyDeleteI'll pass your offer on to my people for consideration. They might ask you to throw in a jar of pickled onions...
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