Radio hell, or how Jane didn’t get Kinky…

So here is my interview for Bookzone at the chavtastic Grove hotel in Hertfordshire. Note my extraordinary squinting - the sun glaring off the white sand was almost blinding...

http://www.brightcove.tv/title.jsp?title=1616703808

The tour's going well, and tonight I'm doing Candace Bushnell's radio show on Sirius at 5pm, before my signing at Borders on Park Avenue in NYC. Last night I was in Fairfield, and a reader had me in tears, telling me how much my books touched her - thank you!

And lovely to get out the house after six hours of back-to-back radio interviews around the country, six hours of answering the same questions, and trying to sound 'fresh' every time. Aaargh.

I shouldn't be surprised, but out of the many, many interviews, only one had read the book, and I shouldn't be surprised because I used to do the same thing.

Years ago, I had a radio show, and I never never had time to read anything beforehand (although today, on the other side of the microphone, I think that's a terrible excuse) One day I interviewed Kinky Friedman, author, musician, politician, and it was a very bland interview, not because of him (he is one of the funniest men in the world), but because I knew almost nothing about him.

The Kinkster - how are you not going to love this man?

 

After I went home I got into bed with one of his mysteries. I think I didn't get out again for about a week. I read everything he'd ever written, fell completely in love with him, and wanted to KICK myself for not reading them beforehand...

 

There was SO much I wanted to ask him, and my opportunity had gone.

On the bright side, before he left he handed me a 'lucky pick' - a guitar pick with his signature on it. I've carried this pick in my purse for fourteen years now, and my life has continued to get better and better, and whilst it may not be entirely down to Kinky Friedman, I like to think he has something to do with it...


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