LIBERTIES SILK BOOK LAUNCH
Welcome to this weeks, official Book Blog. It is a little bit bonkers. It is a little bit
cool. It is an eclectic mix of artistic explosion. Was there anyone there? I guess, it wasn't about if anyone was there. I didn't realize it was going to be such a jam packed star studded and glitzy affair. I made no apologies for being there. I was invited.
Since my studies this year at Trinity College Dublin. My brain has turned to MUSH. At times I cannot get past the basic level of our English alphabet. As such I was not accepted for my masters at Trinity, Master's in Creative Writing. Well I didn't have the appropriate degree. I have though, several jazzy novels under my belt. I strung them all together, put lots of Celtic inspired logo's and symbols on the cover. It was so stylish and so fancy. I filled it up with heavy, light and striking extracts from my burning hot books. I almost sat back, swilling on my champagne. Yeahh, that will do it, yeahh its the fast lane.
No such luck. No matter what I shoved in, it didn't cut the mustard.
Whooo readin my submissionssss
Hey, you havennnnt heard of myyy name?????
What is diss, I need to make a phoooone callll ????
I in d fassst lannnne
"It ain't dattt good"
"You gooot way furrrther too gooo"
"You ain't fast enough for ourrr lane"
"I hear you rockinnn"
So as it happens, I hope to return to the History Department Next Year.
Not so sure what my choice will be yet? Or maybe Dublin business school. Either way, it is University or college. Cos yeah that's what I wannna do.
Getting back to the book launch. Wasn't she so lovely? Wasn't she ever so striking. Long swirly coat. It was so Vivienne Westwood. My darlings it took my breathe away. Along came a friend, just like a spider. It slowed my heart rate down. It calmed me down.
Kate has lots of evocative, superstar friends. Had I not attended so many book launches I would have felt a bit out of depth. I mean, the creme de le creme of Irish Literature. World wide phenomenons, Kate Beaufoy, Fiona O' Brien "I think I saw her" and Marian Keyes. There were other equally as famous author's there. But incognito, they didn't wish to be recognized.
Here's the Photo - That's Girl Power Right There
Myself and Marian Keyes - Mind You, Marian is way more famous than me.
You know what I would like. I would like to see Liberties Silk strike number one, in softback, in the shops. That's girl power right there. All the girls out of a Saturday afternoon, or on pay day, or just in general. There it is that's right, grab a copy.
For sure, it might mend your broken heart. Of course all the lads were there, Tom Dune from Newstalk, Adrian from the Sunday Indo. I have a somewhat bizarre relationship with the Sunday Indo. How would I describe it.
Adrian features, a column on couples. That's like my relationship with the Sunday Indo, a bit broken, its complicated. I have been riding on the coat tails of the Sunday Times for so long. I love it. I love the girly advice, the how to clean your house advice, clean the bath, do your hair, god, girl, get a wardrobe makeover.
"We are trying this now again"
"No gun's, god, for the love of god, no guns"
"My friend, or rather friends at the Sunday Times"
"Fix her up there, christ, no interest"
"Where's her husband???"
"Anyone, anyone know where the husband is?"
"Any husband with her"
"Gone of with a super model"
"Call Tom there, not Tom from Newstalk"
"The other one"
"What's the story"
"Wouldn't be seen dead with her"
"Stretch Marks, Tom, no boy"
"Very bad, half a gallon of Bio oil"
"Not a sausage Tom boy"
"Disgrace, boy, wouldnt be seen dead with her"
"Give her a makeover der boy"
"Nah, its years now"
"Wouldnt be seen dead with her" sighs all the journo's who have become friend's, reliable drinking buddies, over,,,
"Won't be seen dead with her boy"
I won him over. I'm getting the stomach done. I hope he stays with me. It's the children. I love them. I love them soooo much. But the stretch marks need to go.
They won me over
That's right, normal women, normal fashion. They like it. They didn't make me run away. How amazing. They heard my voice, the book launch went on a bit late. So many journo's Indo, Newstalk, so on and so forth. No way, they didnt make me go away. I liked it. So many stars just walked in the room, The Gutter Book Shop. I have been there, not in the shop, in the gutter, washed up wife, who nobody wanted to come home too. Hey my pain didnt stop. My kids never stopped loving me. No way. They kept my heart beating. I like it, even when I was in the heart wreck, wife wreck, wife scrap heap.
Never mind, I got a new fella, Gorgeous, all the girls goo, ohhh, ahhh,,,, everytime he walks in the room, strolls past them to the shops. My heart moves to the beat. I've been a groupie. I was the queen of groupies. We had our own clique, battle of the babes. I became a wife, and I got it, all the glitz and glamour, took a break. Back, seasoned, sponsored by the SISTERHOOD.
So Kate Beaufoy, how did I find her? I found her to be great actually. She stood, a legendary, women, made of steel. She made it through so much. To see her, with silky bouncy, gorgeous, red hair, in a Vivienne Esque long swishy coat, was tricky. I mean she has been through so much.
Her book. I didn't buy it. I'm going to get it this week, when I am out shopping. Or next week, when I am out shopping. When I am walking down the road, feeling a bit free. It's going to be great. That little bit of peace that all of us girls want. The guys, the husbands wait outside. It makes all the difference. Ladies embrace it, they really love it. They have something in common, to moan about during Thursday Night Poker or the Card Club.
Kate received her masters in English Literature from Trinity. I would imagine because she is so well versed and incredibly witty, intelligent and hard working. She deserved it.
I should be so keen. I should be so diligent. I should be so dedicated. Never, mind.
The girls club, the sisterhood, creates, women with back bone, with diligence, sponsored by Real Girls, Real Friends, Real Creativity. It's all about the girls. Whilst the boys battle it out for a Cafe Lattee at the Coffee Bar.
Welcome Kate Beaufoy
What a wonderful evening full of laughter, friends and almost family. I'll get to that later. The dress was darling, but not very traditional.
"No one noticed, never mind"
Buy Kate's Book this Saturday, This week if your around Temple Bar. Its about three magical women, their living in a bit of their own reality. They are creative, they are three women in the aftermath of a Great War. Hollywood, War and London, god, I've been there, to all three, well not Hollywood, but Seattle, is it close, must check a map.
Enjoy Kate's Book. Available to Buy in The Gutter Bookshop - Cow Lane, Temple Bar.