London’s litterati squeezed into Woburn Walk’s To Hell with Books for a night of air kisses, Becks from a bucket, and a fresh new take on the concept of personal space. David stood on a stool because he’s a raging egomaniac (actually, we just wanted to see him better – only a couple To Hell With operatives had the gall to stand on the sofa like a gaggle of teenage fangirls).
He read “It’s All Yours,” a story shortlisted for the Sunday Times Short Story Award, and part of “Ketchikan,” from Legend of a Suicide.
Florence Welch stopped by to steal one of our event posters. Not a big deal.