"History of the condom - pick me! Prostitutes in 18th england - pick me!" - Louise
After a stunning loss at the Robert Crais signing, Louise came back from behind with a outstanding victory at Saturday night's Christopher Moore signing. If you recall, at the previous signing, Mr. Moore fell sway to her Darling Accent. This time, not only did he fall sway, but he remembered her, on sight, from the last time.
In line, Louise was very anxious because the post-it note lady had skipped us. We had no post-it notes in the front of our books, indicating the correct spelling of the our names. Since she was having a book signed for her brother Greame, or Graeme... I don't know how it's spelled, some crazy Scottish way, she was worried. She kept saying, over and over, in her Milton voice that she had no post-it. Sure enough, I believe it was spelled wrong at first, but you can't blame him. He was caught in the golden aura that is her Scottish Spell. I'm being a little hard on him. He dissed the Mac during the reading/Q&A part. You can't get away with that, unscathed. But I finished the book on Sunday and enjoyed very much.
My name he had no trouble with. It's so sad to be the plain country mouse. Standing next to the fancy Scottish squirrel. Oh well, Robert Crais liked me better.
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.Wish I could have gone to that signing...even if I had to stand under the shadow of the plain country mouse.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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27 mars 2006 18h35
There is something about an accent that you don't hear every day that is sort of attractive.
I did some of my best dating when I lived in Massachusetts. I think part of the reason was that whateverthehell accent it is I have isn't the one the women up there were used to hearing.
I think I'd rather have a nice butt.
:)
Posted by: delmer | 28 mars 2006 14h34