SO, a few weeks ago, I released the third volume of my columns, Massaging A Ghost. You’ve probably forgotten that I used to write a column. I rarely mentioned it.
It is totally still available from Amazon, by the way, if you want it. It’s in paperback and on Kindle because that’s what people like and I am a people pleaser. In theory. Technically, I am what they call an aspiring people pleaser.
Anyway, these columns went up to the beginning of 2016. But my column finished at the beginning of 2019. That means there were three years of columns still uncompiled. I don’t know about you, but I reckon that state of affairs simply cannot stand.
So I am delighted to present to you, the largely indifferent public, the fourth volume of my columns, Accidental Gravy.
“Well,” I reply, “printing things costs money, and putting things online costs less money, and that’s basically why they don’t print The Independent any more.”
Anyway, buy it. I don’t mind which format you use. It’s none of my business.