I’m reading at the Royal Concert Hall in Nottingham at 7.15pm on September 10th, previewing my new novel as part of the Nottingham Writers Studio ‘Word of Mouth’ evening (more event info here). I’m reading with Wayne Burrows, Matt Hurst, Jon MacGregor, Richard Pilgrim, Michael Pinchbeck, Alicja Shaw and Nick Wood. I’m blogging about it now as this site is now taking its summer break, with a ridiculous number of books. Doubtless I’ll write about the ones I get through on my return. If you share my preoccupation with popular music and its history, you might want to check out an incredible new project by Marcello Carlin. Then Play Long examines every number one album since the beginnings of the album chart, beginning with the…

This is Bob the scarecrow, created this morning with my nephews Harry and Michael, and named after one of my favourite writers, Robert Westall (author of The Scarecrows). Bob is now guarding the potato patch at the back of our allotment. Behind him you can see the garages where we’ve been playing a lot of table tennis during Michael and Harry’s visit. Photos by their Auntie Sue.

Just back from 24 hours in the European Capital of Culture where Michael Murphy (left) was launching his new Shoestring pamphlet Allotments and Deryn Rees-Jones launched her new pamphlet Falls And Finds. Michael’s pamphlet is full of poems written during his residency at the National Wildflower Centre, where the launch took place and where, after a fine reading by the couple, we had a good walk amongst the wild flowers, scarecrows and quirky ephemera. The evening also gave us a chance to catch up with old friends and remind ourselves of how loquacious LIverpool taxi drivers are, a much better ad for the city than the building site that surrounded our hard-to-find hotel. Never mind covering up the eyesores with hoardings, how about a few…

I’m writing this in the basement of the University of Leicester’s David Wilson Library, where there’s an excellent exhibition about the work of Sue Townsend, who recently donated her archives to the university (and was awarded a fellowship). Half of the small exhibition is about the origins of her best known character, Adrian Mole. In early versions of the Mole sagas, he was called ‘Nigel’ (and, briefly, ‘Malcolm’). The reason for the change was the likelihood of confusion with Nigel Molesworth, Ronald Searle’s anarchic schoolboy diarist. I remember reading the first Mole book back when it appeared in paperback in 1984, my partner and I laughing aloud on the bus. We were training to be teachers, teaching boys Adrian’s age, which made it even funnier,…