It may be a strange thing to say, but I had almost completely forgotten about The Buke.

The concept of having a book published and then forgetting about it may seem strange, but with my memory, anything is possible.

Back at the beginning of the year there was a lot of hype and a little publicity over it, what with radio and newspaper interviews and the like, but since then, it sort of slipped my mind.

An old friend called around a couple of weeks ago.  He hadn’t been here in a year, and he commented on a yoke Herself had hung on the wall.  It was a full page article about the book launch, and my friend commented on it.

“What’s this?” says he, reading the article.

“Oh!” says I, and to my own surprise I found myself telling him that I had had a book published.  I had forgotten about it.

After he had gone, I took a peek into the page in Amazon to see how I was ranking on the grand scheme of things.  Wow!  2,795,545th in the list of book sales.  I’m in the top three [million]!!

I also found that someone had stuck in a review.  It was rather flattering. 

Head rambles is a delightful read which makes you stop and laugh at the small things that make Irish life unique. The random order of stories and topics makes the book feel how it was meant to; like a witty, grumpy old man venting his frustrations about everyday life to the world.
You can almost see him sitting at the laptop with a cup of tea and his pipe. Highly recommended.

They obviously hadn’t read it…..

I must get in touch with Mercier.

I must find out if they managed to sell any or all of the fifty copies that were printed. 

I must find out if they have any spare copies.

I might buy a couple to give as presents.

I can give them to the Lads down in the pub, and really piss them off.