Galley Beggar Mail
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Will it make you cringe and run away if I say that I love you?
Just a little kiss?
It was ever thus. Thank goodness I have Elly.
And whoosh, oof, another year has gone. We’re one year closer to the extinction of the sun. One year farther on from the breakup of The Beatles. The glories of Rome grow ever more faded. Fewer and fewer people remember white dog poos.
Time is cruel. But heck, humanity has also achieved a few things. Life isn’t all bad. Plus, we’re one year closer to the new series of Twin Peaks.
*Big news alert! There's an important announcment two-thirds of the way down this letter.*
Did you enjoy Black Friday? Me neither. I almost feel bad landing yet another email in your inbox when – if you’re anything like me – you must have spent so much of last week deleting the damn things.
Please forgive an extra email this month.
Please also forgive also a hard cold blast of capitalism. We’ve got stuff to sell and to advertise. Hopefully you'll like it.
First, from now until Christmas*, we’re going to be selling our much-loved Ghost books for £1.50 in our store.
We’ve got Lost Journey by AL Barker:
Odd weather, Jeremy Corbyn, feel the Bernie Sanders, oh my, Donald Trump, Halloween, broken down trains, London house prices, new Bowie album, decent Booker winner, tramping through dead leaves, well done Canada, schools, oh dear schools.
That’s the small talk out of the way.
Now. Let’s hit it. On the 5th of November, Alex Pheby’s Playthings will no longer just be an idea I’m telling/warning you about. It will be a real thing that you can own, read and just… just… Well, you’ll see.
Let's talk about me. You must know it’s what I’ve secretly been wanting to do, ever since starting this newsletter all those long years ago, back when we were all younger, the sun still shone gold…
First the bad news: Summer is almost over. The good news? It’s Autumn. Let’s have some Keats:
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
After an action-packed few months, things are a little quieter here at Galley Beggar HQ. Good job too, because the summer holidays have just started and there are cardboard robots to build:
And thank you.