Wellington Leg Book Regatta
The Dutchess here. Spent a lovely evening at the Earl’s with Madame Beauregard, the famed psychic. Haskell ordered pizza ( wicked boy) while Depew brooded. Chalfont-Smythe and her sidekick Frothingmunster fawned over DCI Borchardt and his manuscript Murder on St. Michael’s Mount, read aloud by the appalling gentleman farmer, Askew Rutherford. I caught them all in the earl’s library reading Galley Cat on the earl’s own home computer. None of them asked after the earl who is currently spending an improptu holiday in Seattle at a two star hotel. He’s been invited to a place called Jersey City by Mr. Prawns, the man who saved him from drowning. DCI Borchardt made personal telephone calls which I have detailed in a log. Ueber agent Andrew Wylie wants a resolution to the Thuringian dressmaker case. I sense Borchardt’s literary career is wobbling. We watched Monday Night Football on the earl’s plasma television, quite disconcerting due to the large screen. I thought the fellow on the slant right sideline hook was going to land in my lap!
Well, the Book Regatta is scheduled for next week. DCI Borchardt is standing in as master of ceremonies. I’ve penned an invitation to Linda Fairstein whilst Frothingmunster favors Tess Gerittsen or perhaps Ian Rankin. Poor Mr. Rankin was badly shaken by his previous encounter with the Earl; what about Ruth Rendel or Mark Billingham? We’ve explained that the earl was abducted by aliens, perhaps too vividly, I fear. Laurie King or Denise Mina might appreciate our circumstances. Or that JA Konrath fellow. So much to do. I think Depew resembles Hugh Grant in profile. TTFN.