Well, at Borders there was a fair-sized and fairly enthusiastic crowd. Also — and this was literary first for me, at least — we had a DOG among the audience. The dog's owner was a friend of Julie Balloo, who was there to read her story Pop Goes the Weasel. Sadly there is no documentary evidence of this event... Shame. Our struggles with the dodgy PA might have made amusing watching afterwards, if they didn’t feel so very amusing at the time. In the end Julie had me switch off the amp. All in all it can't have been that bad though, because most people were buying. And everyone went down the Angelic (pub) afterwards, except those of us with child labour in tow.