Following a 24 hour delivery delay that stressed me far more than I’m prepared to admit to publicly my literary liverbird has landed from the big bird from the US of A and, I’m incredibly pleased to note, she looks a pip and indeed a dandy.
As a self-publisher I always want the reassurance of seeing what I’ve committed to as a final published piece of work within the confines of Amazon in my human hands. It may look exactly as I’ve meticulously planned it to be in a faraway and yet so close electrical world, but I need to see it as I hope you as a reader will see it, in its final paper published form. I thank my readers for buying the paperback/hardback versions (rather than the Kindle alternative) as I have a burning passion for keeping the poetry of reading an actual tangible book alive and well. The romantic in me loves nothing more than a piping hot cup of tea, a smoke and a physical book. I’m currently re-reading “Hey Rube” by Hunter S Thompson, a signed copy I picked up via the wondrous nature of The Matrix and by very good fortune. It’s a little tatty and worn but I treasure the damn thing as this is my literary hero at his absurdist best and I’m holding his words in my hands. There’s a little poetry in there somewhere I hope.
Like Hunter I disappear away on tangents so let me wrap up this brief celebratory article by stating my latest self-published book on Liverpool Football Club is exactly how I envisioned it, how I formulated it within the absurdity of The Matrix and how I imagined it looking as a finished piece.
In short, it’s a book I’m immensely proud of.
Here she is, together and forever, with some friends.
"A final word from The Boss" - link to Amazon



Thanks for reading. I hope this message in a bottle in The Matrix finds you well, prospering, and the right way up in an upside down world.