Mr Fell

@mrfell.bsky.social

I run a bookshop. If you try to buy something I will run it in the opposite direction.

Some busy days ahead! The printer has delivered a sturdy box of unbound pages and I must look out my needles and get to work. The finished diary — which will comprise 264 pages of observations and incidents, from before time until the present day, captivating art by

Two stacks of pages printed with notes from a meeting of the Human Development project.Soft leather in bookshop burgundy is draped over a printed page.Pages 258 and 259 of the diary, bearing line drawings of flowers and a coloured picture of Crowley and myself in our garden. A corner of page 153 reveals a snippet of text:

 “If I sound just a smidgen out of sorts, it can be attributed to the fact that instead of writing this
 entry from a vineyard overlooking the river Elsa,  I am ensconced in a…”

I have been deliberating, recently, over publishing more entries from my diaries over the years. Crowley was cautious at first, but supportive. We agreed that I would choose the entries and he would look through them and let me know if any seemed too risky, risqué or revealing.

I promised that if people weren’t satisfied with the final documentary, I’d write it myself. It will take some time, as we do have rather a lot on, but this is for you if you need a little comfort today.

Some events may have been misreported, changed, obfuscated, or downright made up for the sake of plausible deniability. It’s all right. We’re here.

Almost finished preparing these books for their journeys to new homes, and I almost forgot! One of our original winners very kindly gave up their prize, having acquired another copy in the meantime. I will be drawing one more name from our original pool of entrants tonight.

Two copies of Good Omens (The graphical novel) by Colleen Doran carefully wrapped in tissue paper and ribbons, and secured with a gold seal.