Wolfie can resist anything but temptation.

It’s just too sunny out there. It’s pleasant enough sitting here in my study with the light bursting through the window but I can’t resist the temptation to go out for a walk round town rather than sitting here writing this blog. That doesn’t make me a bad person I hope. I’ve been getting ready for my trip to London tomorrow when I’m reading from my new novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love,  along with some of my poetry, old and new. I’ve decided what to read, done my timings and looked out for stammery phrases, so I’m as ready as I can be. Why not, as they say, chill out for a bit then.

Actually I’m looking forward to what will be a busy couple of days with the reading at the Southbank Centre tomorrow and then another one in Lewes on Saturday at the Hop Gallery when I’m joining my artist friends Dawn and Dave Stacey for an art and poetry event at 2.00. It’s good having my poetry framed on the wall like a real artist.

The main thing now is to try and throw off this annoying illness so a walk in the sunshine isn’t a guilty pleasure at all, it’s a medical necessity. There, if I haven’t convinced you, I’ve eased my conscience. As Oscar Wilde said, I can resist anything but temptation. A bit of fresh air then before the fun at the Polari Literary Salon tomorrow night at the Southbank Centre. I’m told they’ve sold a record number of tickets so that might mean a record audience for little ol’ me even if the rush is for the other readers. So book ahead if you want to come along.

My novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love, was published  on 31 October 2013. It is the story of a young fogey living in Brighton in 1967 who has a lot to learn when the flowering hippie counter culture changes him and the world around him.