I made loads and loads of noise in a library today. In fact, a piano had been brought in specially so that I could make as much noise as possible. And I wasn't told to 'shhh' even once. Quite a result.
As gigs go, it was one of the more unusual and certainly one of the most fun. Bourne Grammar School hosted an evening with, um, me, which involved rants and rambles about my books and my music.
It was great to be able to mix the two. I performed a few songs and got to talk a little bit about the two processes - songwriting and novel writing. How they differ, how they're the same. It's one of my favourite subjects to think about on quiet Summer evenings.
I also gave the world's first performance of a brand new song that I'd written on the train on the way up to Peterborough. It needs a little work, but I think it went down OK.
So, hello to everyone in Bourne. Thanks for coming out to listen to me. I hope the songs weren't too massively depressing.
Oh, and if Rachel is reading this, I can still read your mind. That was funny.