AA Gill strolls into the shop and I pounce.
"Fancy a spot of writing?"
"Eh?"
"Just a signature or ten?"
He signs Breakfast at the Wolseley and is charming and funny. Then he asks to have a look at our collection of Edward Gorey books. I grab a stack.
"My favourite is The Gashlycrumb Tinies" I say, brandishing the deadly alphabet.
"H is for Hector, done in by a thug! Hah! hah! hah!"
"I have a son named Hector" says Mr Gill.
Ahh...not again!
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