Monday, May 26, 2014


You may have noticed I've been quiet of late. I'm very busy

Aside from literature, my other abding passion is football (soccer) and specifically my club, St Johnstone. Always unfashionable and under-achieving, last Saturday did the astonishing deed of WINNING the Scottish Cup. We've been in existence for 130 years and in that time have won precisely nothing of note, so this is a stupendous occurrence, and one that St Johnstone fans are taking some time to assimilate.

I'm in the middle of compiling and writing a fans' history of the club at the moment, with the aim of it being published in late July for the start of the new football season. So that's taking up all my time at the moment. So for the time being William Faulkner and Flannery O'Connor and Cormac McCarthy will just have to play second fiddle to Henry Hall and John Connolly and Roddy Grant et al...

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