Had a lovely, but very long day. Was interviewed three times on the train coming down here from Warsaw, also did a TV and a radio interview when here. Signed for about 400-500 people. (I gulped when I saw the line stretching across the town square. Then I realised it went all the way into the shop. Then I realised it went up two floors...) I talked to a couple of hundred local readers for an hour or so. Then dinner. (Trout.) Then bed.
Outside my hotel window the very drunk people are telling each other things that are only funny if you're very drunk. I know this without speaking Polish.
Labels: the international language of extreme intoxication, trout