london book signings are way better

I’ve only been to one book signing, and that was for some guy who wrote a book about haunted civil war battlefields. And I didn’t really “go” as much as I was, “getting coffee at the Starbucks inside Barnes and Noble and his little table was uncomfortably close to the end of the line.” As I pretended to study the menu from 50 feet away, he said, “Hey. Hi. Welcome.” And I said, “Oh. Hello.” And he glanced down at his stack of pristine books and nodded. And so I said, “Uh, so, haunted civil war battlefields, huh?” And he said, “Yeah, yeah that’s right. Ever been to any?” And I said, “No, I’m not … a ghost.” Thankfully the line moved after that.

I can’t remember why I thought that would be a good story, but the book signing in London yesterday for UK reality star Aisleyne’s new book had to be even more exciting, but only because most of her breast was hanging out for the majority of the night.

(image source = flynet, and here she is topless on big brother)