Joanne Harris, Norse myth and a bookshop in Chichester

I was still cat-sitting in Peacehaven when I saw on Twitter that Joanne Harris had included Chichester Waterstone’s in her tour to promote her latest book, The Gospel of Loki. I rang the shop and booked myself a ticket, on the understanding that I would pay for it when I got there. This is what it looked like:

My ticket. Note the single-digit number. I got in there quickly!

My ticket. Note the single-digit number. I got in there quickly!

I usually avoid fantasy. It’s generally ‘not my thing’, though I have read a few good fantasy books that have come as recommendations and, of course, Neil Gaiman can be placed firmly within that category. Continue reading

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So much for living locally

So, it was on the news today that house prices in Chichester are twenty times the average local income, making it the least affordable place in the south east. I already knew it was more expensive than Brighton, no matter what locals may have tried to tell me in the past. This means that, even if I wanted to buy a place in the city I was born in, I couldn’t. Continue reading

In a league of their own

Last night, I went to see Steeleye Span at Chichester Festival Theatre, having not seen them play for five years.  Now, some people may know (as I make no secret of it and why should I?) that Steeleye were my very, very first introduction to music when I was just a few days old and I have been listening to them ever since.  The excitement never wanes; if anything, it just gets more intense as these people are absolutely masters (and mistress) of their respective crafts and all go to make up one beautiful whole. Continue reading