Idle Tom gets his drinks spiked
And the mountain came to Mohammed …
Idle Tom the Publisher has paid a visit to Edinburgh and in between giving speeches to the local big-wigs, Tom had time for a couple of pints with me.
I cleverly decided to spike his beer with double vodkas to try and loosen him up a little. He was a bit nervy.
"So Mr Coles," he said. "How’s it going?"
"Good - how’s it with you and Susan?"
"Much better thanks - now that you’ve stopped including her in your blog."
"Glad to hear it. And she’s got over your jokey little birthday present, I trust."
"Has indeed. Anyway - where is Project X? Have you finished the thing yet?"
"Nope - not even close. Sorry. But then again - maybe you now know how it feels to be let down."
Tom supped on his pint of Deuchars with a dash of vodka. "Tastes rather funny this. Have you put anything in it?"
"No - what … you don’t … you’re not seriously suggesting I spiked your drink? Tom!"
"Well … I wouldn’t put anything past you. So will you have the book finished by next week?"
"Not a chance mate - I’m walking Offa’s Dyke."
"A couple of days -"
"No - for the whole week."
"But … but … I need to see the manuscript! Can you let me see what you’ve written?"
"Now, now, now! You get all of it or none at all, you cheeky blighter."
* So yes - I am indeed off walking Offa’s Dyke. More updates from the front on September 15.