MJ book launch: redux

the short version is that i was already wet and quite tired, and after saying "hi!" but not much more to about 2/3s of the people i wanted or needed to, i fled with v!ck to a nearby italian for proper food and boozy gossip -- i had had a couple of cheeky squidweapons squibs i actually wanted to launch, and didn't*, so am feeling a bit glum about my uselesness -- though it was basically a perfectly friendly if typical book launch, a mix of foax i am hugely fond of, rather prickly towards, indifferent to, and spitefully amused by. As a chum said, in an email this morning, "all that competitiveness and feuding! so exhausting!" And this was just the core gang...

As we fled and I hunted for my H&M hoodie, I had to hunt through a coat rack of 20 MILLION EXPENSIVE ALL-BLACK COATS, BLACK, BLACK AS MY FUTILE LIFE etc.

*viz that the next such project -- similarly approached -- shd be THE RESISTANCE DEMISE OF THE FOURTH INTERNATIONAL (i wd love to see this same mob tackle this same topic actually, as it would force some of the more glibly "political" among them to stop sidling up to existing power microblocs and think about politics)**
**yes yes i am rubbish at gossip