Here, on the top shelf in my office, are a bunch of copies of my book The King of Sunlight, published in 2004:
And here is a still from last Saturday's Doctor Who, set in the biggest library in the universe, over three thousand years in the future:
Clearly - and I'm not interested here in any smart comments from anyone who watched Doctor Who Confidential and saw the nice man explaining about how they made the false book spines and lit them in different colours for different scenes - I wrote one of the key texts of the 51st century.
I SPIT IN THE FACE OF REMAINDER BOOKSHOPS!
Monday, June 09, 2008
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2 comments:
Don't suppose I could beg a copy?
£5.99 on Amazon. Go on. Make up for the hole left by Topped of the Pops popping off. You know it makes sense.
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