All those life coaches with their plastic hair and plastic tans and plastic teeth are always telling us we need to try new things in this life to avoid becoming boring slabs of deep-fried potato*, slowly oozing into our collective couches. Well, if you fancy expanding your cultural horizons I have a proposition for you: come to Aberdeen.
Specifically, come to Aberdeen's Victoria Park this Saturday the 13th of March for 14:00. And wear a woolly hat.
Why?
Bleedin' 'eck, isn't it enough that I've asked you nicely?
Didn't think so.
This year, for the first time, those naughty monkeys at HarperCollins have agreed to let me film a wee trailer for the new book. Yes, DARK BLOOD is going to get the full Hollywood experience. Or as much of Hollywood as I and some friends can do with a stepladder and a roll of duct tape. So on Saturday between 14:00 and 16:00 we'll be filming an angry crowd. You know the sort of thing: shouting, waving their fists, holding placards, protesting their little booties off.
And if you want to come and be in the trailer, that would be very, very cool. It's going to be kinda difficult to film an angry crowd scene if only three people and a whippet turn up, so the more the merrier.
There's no cash involved (though I might get some crisps in), but how often in this life do you get the chance to protest and shout nasty things about someone who doesn't exist? And obviously we'll all be up for an Oscar next year. *ahem*
If you fancy it - we're in Victoria Park (just off Westburn Road), meeting at the fountain in the middle of it on Saturday, ready to start rocking and rolling at 14:00 and releasing our inner thespians! Darling! Luvie! Etc!
Dress as if it's the dead of winter: gloves, thick coats, hats, and scarves, and prepare to be made IMMORTAL!
* Not that I've got anything against deep-fried potato. Come on, chips? What could be better than chip? Except chips and fizzy wine. And dancing girls.
Labels: Dark Blood, events, stuff