It’s back to the grindstone this week after a few days away, what with a final perusal of the In Search of Elvis proofs and fine tuning the new book idea.
Just before I went away I met my lovely new publicist Jenny for lunch. Never one to knowingly turn down free nosebag, I arrived at the office in good time only to be instructed to sit in front of a camera and spout about the Elvis book for a couple of minutes. Now, being as I am an award-winning broadcaster (here’s pulchritudinous director Amanda Lyon accepting the gong, by the way), this should of course have been a piece of cake. But, awards notwithstanding, I am crap. Hence my contribution to the Meet The Author website is not exactly TV gold. In my defence, I didn’t know it was happening until about two minutes before the camera rolled. If I’d known, I’d have had a shave.
In my absence last week, Liechtenstein, under new coach Urs Meier succumbed to a 0-4 defeat to Wales, despite my confidently having told Wales On Sunday that the pride of the principality were no pushovers these days.
Also there was the sad news that Ferenc Puskas had died. I’ve always said that Puskas was the best footballer who ever lived, and it was one of my greatest moments as a football writer to meet the man in London a few years back. A gentleman, and a great, great player who lived through remarkable times.