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Another rambling mess of a video

Posted on : 23-11-2009 | By : Barry Hutchison
In : Video

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This one isn’t quite as rambling and nonsensical as the last one, simply because I had questions to answer so I knew what I was going to talk about. Still, my presenting style is about as far as you can get from ‘polished’, so the whole thing is still largely incoherent.

In this one I discuss my favourite part about being an author (and mention a story I told my fellow captives just the other day). I also answer the question that’s on everyone’s lips – just what is my favourite kind of cheese?

Enjoy!

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Brilliant stuff – and what an anecdote… Who’d have thought your favourite cheese was gorgonzola?!

I know, it’s an unexpected choice, but there you are.

Ha! This has gotta be one of my favourite school event stories. Actually, I had a first yesterday. I was signing books after the Sheffield Book Award ceremony (alas, I didn’t win). There was a long queue stretched out before me, all waiting to get a signed book by the winner, and a boy, pulling a face at the length of the queue, shuffled over to my table, one hand in his pocket, and said “I know you didn’t write this but can you sign it?” I showed him my teeth and said ‘no!’

The sad thing was – he wasn’t the only one that asked.

Anyhoo, more mumbling please Mr Mumbles!

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