Sadly I wasn’t able to get along to Crimefest in Bristol this weekend, so I made up for it as follows:
On Thursday I had the day off work so, once Mrs W and the hobbits were away to school, I grabbed a train up to London for a ‘me’ day.
Starting off with a breakfast in Leicester Square, after marvelling at just how so much money has been wasted there (a reported 18 million pounds) over such a long period of time (over 18 months) to fail at the April launching of the ‘new’ Leicester Square which didn’t open until this week (end of May) and unveiled well, a big disappointing bit of grass and some paving and railings which I think Alan Titchmarsh and his Ground Force team could have knocked up over a long weekend for a couple of grand.
11am saw me buying a ticket and going into the lovely Curzon Soho cinema to see the absolutely fantastic action-packed new movie THE RAID – stunning! Hollywood should leave this well alone, and anyone who cannot be doing with subtitled movies – well they just don’t deserve to see such an exciting piece of cinema anyway. Bruce Willis et al can continue to ‘Try Hard’ but THE RAID stomps on the ashes of all action movies that have gone before and was probably the most exciting 2 hours I have ever spent in the comfort of a cinema.
After a quick bite to eat for lunch and a bit of DVD and book shopping (it would be rude not to), and a pop in to the lovely Goldsboro Bookshop in Cecil Court, oh and a haircut (this was a packed day after all and very hot out), I went to catch Jo Nesbo’s HEADHUNTERS at the Prince Charles cinema – yes, two subtitled movies in one day – and both excellent. If you only see one movie this year with a guy covered in shit, driving a tractor with a dog impaled on the front, then make it this one
Coffee break and then it was time to be at Waterstones Piccadilly to see the fantastic Mr Jeffrey Deaver who read from his exciting new Kathyrn Dance novel (due next month) ‘XO’. For the novel, Deaver wrote a whole album of lyrics which is available on iTunes or as a CD to accompany the book – songs, he told us, which feature clues to the storyline along the way. The discussion was very entertaining, although I’m sure I wasn’t alone in thinking that the author had lost the plot a little when constant comparisons were made between his ‘product’ – books – and the product of ‘liver flavoured toothpaste’ when describing the way he works to produce the books his readers expect and want from him.
Deaver alluded to a new standalone novella of around 55,000 words – of which he could say no more, a new selection of short stories coming up ‘Troubled in Mind’ and a new Lincoln Rhyme novel ‘The Kill Room’. A great evening to wind up a great day’s mini – Crimefest for me in London.