Gods Behaving Flirtatiously

Doing oodles of publicity for Gods Behaving Badly at the moment (including tonight's talk in Luton, Wigmore Library, please come, both over- and under-60s welcome). Yesterday I was in Foyles in St Pancras signing some books. (Foyles is what I would call my favourite chain bookshop if it were a chain bookshop, but apparently it is an independent, despite having a number of branches. This only serves to highlight my confusion over what constitutes a chain and what is an indie. I think of independent bookshops as being small, neighbourhood shops with everything hand-chosen by the small number of staff and the owner-manager, whereas a chain is brightly lit, high street, with stickers. I suppose I should start talking about "local" shops and "high street" shops instead. In which case Foyles, which is brightly lit and uses stickers, is my favourite high street bookseller, because they don't see stickers and intelligence as mutually incompatible, plus - and this is really what nails it - the Foyles cafe on Charing Cross Road is my favourite place to get a sandwich in central London.) ANYWAY. Signed a bunch of copies, £7 only, bargain-hunters, and as I was doing so, the very nice shop assistant told me that her colleague had been reading GBB in the park and a girl had gone and chatted him up because she, too, had read the book! Hurrah! My novel is helping people find love! Sadly, history does not record whether said chat-up attempt was successful, but given that the kind of person who would chat up someone in a park because they were reading GBB might also be the kind of person who would google me and find this blog, I am moderately optimistic of one of the pair leaving me a little comment (anonymous if you prefer) letting me know how things panned out...