Yesterday to the Royal College of Art, lugging books, to hear Todd McEwen (The Five Simple Machines) talking on Cary Grant’s suit in North by Northwest. Students do not buy books. Then to meet a man with a book in a pub, then joined by Tony Lurcock and on (still lugging books) to the Finnish Institute for Tony’s talk on his No Particular Hurry. Middle-aged Finns and semi-Finns do buy books. Late supper. Today to printer to collect boxes of books, then lug them over to Central Books in Hackney Wick (above, taken from the overground station). Then to Southbank to see CW, then bar with A and Todd, then lug 1,500 book fair flyers to Poetry London for mailing out with their next issue. Tomorrow to the Albion Beatnik bookshop in Oxford for party for Tony Lurcock’s book. My father (the man in the rear-view mirror in the photo on the website home page) always wanted to be farmer, tramping the fields; today I felt like an urban version of this.
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