The 4th Bomb

I was midway through writing The 4th Bomb. It was a hot day 2 years ago. I took the bus to Brockwell Lido to cool off and who did I see by the pool? None other than the Little Lord Fauntleroy of London Lit himself, Will Self standing there in his swimming trunks. I thought about introducing myself but felt he might think I was an autograph hunter of fan of some sort.

His tall lanky figure stood aloof from the crowds relaxing by the poolside while youngsters splashed around.
If I was switched on I should have shoved him straight in but a celeb struck wondering if he’d offer a fledgling writer some tips. On reflection I should’ve asked him for advice and then shoved him in. But anyway, it turns out his latest book is called Psychogeography, quite a clumsy term for a subject attempting to approach such an elevated area. Maybe theres a more eloquent German term, I know of a few African ones that inhabit this territory.

Psychogeography is one of the 3 prisms through which we’ll explore London in a debate to be held at Conway Hall entitled The Writing’s on The Wall. Then we’ll try to answer the question:
Where is London leading us all, where is it steering Britain? Is the fate of London and its citizens bound to ideals held in it’s distant past?