Hello!

 

I hope you aren’t feeling too desperate about the state of British politics. Or any more desperate than is strictly necessary, anyway. I hope too that we can still take some solace in truth, in art, and in friendship. So! Hello again, friends. I'm glad to be able to write to people who care about literature - and to know that you are all over Europe and the world. 

 

Hello,

 

 

Hey!

 

Just a little kiss?

 

Come back!

 

Alas.

 

It was ever thus. Thank goodness I have Elly.

 

Hello!

 

Hello!

 

And whoosh, oof, another year has gone. We’re one year closer to the extinction of the sun. One year farther on from the breakup of The Beatles. The glories of Rome grow ever more faded. Fewer and fewer people remember white dog poos.

 

Alas.

 

Time is cruel. But heck, humanity has also achieved a few things. Life isn’t all bad. Plus, we’re one year closer to the new series of Twin Peaks.

 

Hello!

 

 

Did you enjoy Black Friday? Me neither. I almost feel bad landing yet another email in your inbox when – if you’re anything like me – you must have spent so much of last week deleting the damn things. 

 

 

Hello!

 

Please forgive an extra email this month.

 

Please also forgive also a hard cold blast of capitalism. We’ve got stuff to sell and to advertise. Hopefully you'll like it.

 

First, from now until Christmas*, we’re going to be selling our much-loved Ghost books for £1.50 in our store. 

 

We’ve got Lost Journey by AL Barker:

 

Hello!

 

Odd weather, Jeremy Corbyn, feel the Bernie Sanders, oh my, Donald Trump, Halloween, broken down trains, London house prices, new Bowie album, decent Booker winner, tramping through dead leaves, well done Canada, schools, oh dear schools. 

 

That’s the small talk out of the way.

 

Now. Let’s hit it. On the 5th of November, Alex Pheby’s Playthings will no longer just be an idea I’m telling/warning you about. It will be a real thing that you can own, read and just… just… Well, you’ll see.