Yesterday I threw myself at Blackwell's in Oxford. Today I'd like you to all go throw yourselves at The Book Barge. Though not all at once, please, as it might capsize.
A couple of weeks ago, I hopped on a train to Lichfield to go and sign books at the wonderful Book Barge. A BOOKSHOP ON A BOAT. It's owned and run by Sarah, who had stopped by Ripping Yarns at the beginning of April and asked if I'd come for a visit. I very happily said yes.
The boat is currently moored in Staffordshire, though Sarah sometimes ventures to other places - travelling along at the glorious speed of 4mph. I was welcomed with a very lovely cake.
Take a look around!
It's a beautiful place, and a wonderful concept. Also, being on a boat seems to open up a whole new kind of strange customer requests; Sarah has a few pages in the back of 'Weird Things...' all to herself, including:
Customer: Can you point me to your military history section please?
Bookseller: I'm afraid we're such a small shop that we don't actually have one.
Customer: WHAT? No war section AT ALL? Have you no respect for the fallen?
Bookseller: I can order in any title you're after. Or you'll find a decent selection of war poetry and novels inspired by war.
Customer (ignoring this): You mean to tell me you have no shelf on weaponry?
Bookseller: I'm afraid not.
Customer: Are you a pacifist or something?
So, if you're near the Barge, or it's near you, then go and check it out! Give Sarah a hug from me, she's very lovely indeed.