In the run-up to Christmas, opening the post is always accompanied by a little frisson of anticipation, invariably dampened when I find it is only catalogues or credit statements or a card from someone I have never met addressed to someone who once lived here. (Thanks, ‘Carol’.) But today the brown paper parcel delivered by hand contained something better than any present. Inside was a poster, and one with my name on, and Joe’s. But even more thrilling and disorientating than seeing our names in type is seeing the star himself. This is a boy who started out as a stranger in a sleeping bag outside an arcade on Rye Lane in Peckham, became a character who walked and talked in my head, and is now being conjured up by a real live boy – the brilliant Daniel Frogson, who is all the best parts of the Joe on paper, and all his own added real excellence besides. I give you the real Joe All Alone, coming to CBBC in 2018.
- Whore of Essex, I love theeBe still, my beating heartBook rec: utterly compelling non-fic about the pervasive male gaze that reads like the very best story, although, Jesus, I wish none of this were true. Thank you @acwilsonwriter for telling me I must read this and @cotswoldrose33 for sending it my wayHappy slicing OC styleThe Talk of Pram Town #essexandproud #essexgirl #harlow #bookstagramBest book post. Proof of The Talk of Pram Town. Out in June. *does delighted Friday dance*
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