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Stramash and Homage ebooks

Incredible scenes. Stramash and Homage to Caledonia are now available as e-books. It’s the future. I’ve tasted it. Well, I haven’t actually got a Kindle or anything but I looked over someone’s shoulder on a bus at one once.

Here’s Stramash.

And Homage.

Stramash, 2012, me me me etc.

It seems that eight months have passed since last I updated this page. I must have had nothing to say. I still don’t, but that’s never stopped me.

Kind words continue to reach me about Stramash, and not all of them from family members. A third re-print of the book is due in shops soon, and Homage to Caledonia will get its fourth at the same time.

Both, at long last, will soon be available as e-books. We’re embracing the future. It’s just like that time I bought an electric screwdriver (which broke).

I am still chipping away at the typewriter, working on a book I’ll tell you about later in the year, unless it’s rubbish. In the meantime, my hands are still churning out utter nonsense in The Leither, latest offering here. Bye for now.

Stramash at the Edinburgh Book Festival – August 17th, 8.30pm

I’ve written it in the title now, so there’s not much else to say.

I’ll be appearing alongside Stuart Donald, author of On Fire With Fergie: Me, My Dad and the Dons (‘a magnificent read’ – Sunday Herald). It could be the only event at this year’s festival featuring mention of Albion Rovers, unless Polly Toynbee goes off on one about Vic Kasule again.

Here’s a link with more details and, should you be feeling reckless, a ‘buy tickets’ option. Go on; it’ll be a good ‘un: Edinburgh International Book Festival website

The Edinburgh Book Festival logo. I bet they argued about that comma for ages.

Mark, your cheque is in the post

A correspondent has sent me this, from Dundee Waterstone’s. Which is nice.

Stramash: The Reprint

With so many unwanted book vouchers going spare these days, it was almost inevitable that Stramash would sell enough copies to merit a reprint. Meet the new book/same as the old book*.

*Except for praise-shaped quotes on the covers and inside, and precisely 10 corrections. So, really worth buying even if you have the first print.

Stramash at Aye Write – March 8th, 7.30pm, Mitchell Library Glasgow

I’m looking forward to doing a Stramash event at Glasgow’s Aye Write festival, and not only because the Aye Write Green Room usually has particularly good biscuits.

When I’ve finished chewing on the custard creams, I’ll be speaking, attempting to answer questions and making poorly received jokes alongside Stuart Donald and Rob Robertson.

Stuart wrote the outstanding On Fire With Fergie, while Rob co-authored another stellar book, The Management: Scotland’s Great Football Bosses, with Michael Grant, chair of our event.

Tickets are still available; snap them up so I can make a joke about not knowing what hotcakes are. Here’s the Aye Write link: Aye, alright then

Father of stramash hails ‘truly splendid’, er, Stramash

One of the joys of writing Homage to Caledonia was the written correspondence that trickled in once it had been published.

Letters came from relatives of those who had gone to fight or nurse and those with queries or corrections. There was also one from a man asking me to write to the Morning Star and assert Glasgow Rangers’ anti-fascist credentials, but let’s not go into that here.

The signs are that it might just be the same with Stramash: a fortnight ago I received a letter from a Queen of the South fan who had been attending games at Palmerston since 1946; then last week a missive from the father of the word ‘stramash’, Arthur Montford.

As I banqueted on his typed words, I may have been mildly excited. The content was fascinating, the praise flattering; my forehead tattoo of ‘A truly splendid book – Arthur Montford’ is so far turning a lot of heads, I can tell you. 

In old clips, Montford’s voice and his poised yet dramatic phrasing had long made my heart sing (that and my appalling diet). Anyhow, I could go on, as Mrs Stramash has found out since the letter arrived, but here are a few lines contained therein:

Your chapter on my home town team Morton was outstanding, a wonderful blend of the town’s history and the glory years (and not so glory years) of the team. The club chairman Douglas Rae and I watched our first match in 1942 and, during the war, watched Stanley Matthews and Tommy Lawton playing in a Morton forward line.

Cowdenbeath was a gem. I once described Central Park as ‘the ground time forgot’ and got a going over on our next visit and one musn’t linger in case you get attacked by the stock cars coming in at 4.45.

All in all a perfect tonic for this afternoon’s cold. Log fire, kettle on, dog stretched out…a truly splendid book.

Cloud nine? I can just about make it out from up here.