Today was the "big day" - the day that Geoff Hurst was coming to work to sign all the paperback copies of his autobiography 1966 and all that. It was all a bit of a disappointment, really. I mean, I wasn't really all that bothered. Because it's not like I really care about football. If it was F1 then that'd be another matter. I think I've covered this ground already. :-p

Anyway, so, he came at about 3pm. And he left not long after. He never came upstairs, which was where I was working at the time (doing boring price changes). So I never saw him. Maybe I could have sneaked downstairs and seen him, but that seemed a bit silly seeing as I don't really care. It just seems weird to say that he came into the store and I didn't see him. If you know what I mean. *sigh*

Wow, we're selling the book cheaper in the shop than online! That makes a change. Only £4.99, £2 off, get it while it's still signed! Heh. I would tell you where I am, but you can work it out from other weblog entries if you're that bothered. I don't want people stalking me in real life. Heh.

From what I heard he wasn't very friendly. I suppose he must have become more and more fed up with fame, what with having people pestering him ever since 1966. And probably before that. That World Cup squad went down in history, after all. Funny really, 'cos when I went to a Terry Pratchett book signing he was pretty grumpy too. And we were amongst the first in the queue. But he did draw a little picture of a scythe in my copy of Hogfather. Still don't think his books are as good as they used to be...

I promise to be cheerful or at least nice in a sort of melancholy way whenever I do signings. If I ever become famous, feel free to remind me that I said that.

Goodnight!

posted by Fiery Fred @ 10:42 PM