The Oxford launch

Well, last night was the Oxford launch of Grow Your Own Cows at the Far From pub. We walked in half an hour before the start and already there were mates waiting there, pints in hand, to cheer me on. Pints of wine in some cases. You know who you are.

The people at the Far From were great. They’d covered the walls with GYOC flyers – there were even flyers on the toilet doors – and they provided a PA system so I could address the adoring masses. Well, address the drunken bunch of lovely friends who were, thankfully, buying the book for every relative they could think of.

My long-suffering dad, who features large in the book as an odd sort of eccentric hero, made a guest appearance, one of my friends had created little badges of the illustrations from the book, another friend rose magnificently to the occasion to announce the event to the pub, and most of my street turned up in support.

I did a reading about the less-than-romantic way we had to get our cow pregnant, which meant I had to use the phrase “cow’s minge” in front of my dad. I think at least one person bought a copy of the book out of sheer admiration for that alone.

And Amazon has just put in another order…

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