Sunday, 2 November 2014
Reverand Richard Coles Book Signing
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and I was running a bit late for the 2:30 book signing at Harrowden Books in Finedon Northants. I had made the mistake of using the SatNav on my phone rather than the Tom Tom in the glove box. Not quite knowing what to expect I accelerated and then missed the turn into High Street. I needn't have worried, although a small crowd had gathered outside still queuing to see the Rev'd Coles.
It was a very friendly queue made up mostly of villagers who seemed to know him anyway. I took the opportunity to check out some of the varied titles on offer in this wonderful and quirky bookshop. One that I will certainly return to at some point when less is going on.
Richard Coles has written his autobiography and it covers all sorts. Sex, drugs, death, religion, more sex, many more deaths – You name it. it's the story of a clever and slightly tortured young boy from Northamptonshire family, who becomes a pop musician, and a gay icon almost by accident.Before starting a new life as Church of England vicar. This is a genuine 'warts and all' account unlike the Kevin Pietersen autobiography I have just read which became a bit tiresome and the same relentless tirade at the ECB establishment.
The Rev Richard Coles is now parish priest of St Mary the Virgin, Finedon and still very active on the radio airwaves. He is the regular presenter of the Radio 4 programme 'Saturday Live'.
It was good to meet him and I think that he was impressed that I had brought along my own purple pen. He thought it very ecclesiastical but thought it would be a long while before he would be decked in purple!
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