I can exclusively reveal that the non-awaited follow-up to my worst-selling book Corfu Not A Scorcher is back on track again. Mercifully for fans of travel writing, that difficult second book is not about travel. It’s a sort of memoir, told by way of the music I heard along the way. It has to be that way because a memoir that’s just about me would probably be the worst book imaginable. Instead, sometime early in 2026 you will be able to lay your hands on the second worst book imaginable.
With no editor at my disposal, I have to be honest with you that this will not be an ultra professional effort and I fear the grammar maybe a little skewered at times. I am hoping to employ the services of a proofreader so at least the words are real and in the right order.
I do not expect the book to make me any money, just as the first one didn’t make any money. In fact, I expect to be deep in the red by the time the book doesn’t hit the shelves but does appear via Amazon. I am not really in debt from the first book, but I still lost over £1000 putting it all together and I do not regret a penny of it.
Although the writing bit is hard work, the research bit is even harder. The book is not being written in anything like the right order, either, which is, as they say, a challenge and, typically in my case, it has been an impossible struggle to recall the dates of my memories because they are frequently not the same as the release dates of the music. Obviously, I cannot employ researchers to dig this stuff up so a fair part of it will read like: “In the late sixties I did this, that and the other and every time I hear Soul In Transit by Gordon Eats The Guitar it takes me back etc etc.” (Soul In Transit by Gordon Eats The Guitar is a song title and band created by AI, by the way.)
So a real book, written by a real person, with no professional assistance – what could possibly go wrong? Well, insert your own joke, there. One thing you can certainly guarantee is that it will be a huge anticlimax and probably quite bad. But at least it will be my own huge anticlimax and my own bad work.
Soon you’ll be able to listen to the music all the time. I’ll be you really can wait …
