Harry Adam Knight

There are plans to build a Premier Inn just down the road from my flat.  I might have considered staying there if I got kicked out of my hovel for not paying the rent.  But then I wouldn't be able to afford a room even in a Premier Inn so that's not really much of a life plan. I *could* sneak onto the building site and -

No, I need to sell another book.  Times are hard.

Anyway, this reminded me of a letter I'd written a while back which I thought I'd share with my follower.

I'd seen this advert on TV starring Lenny Henry in a pastiche of PYSCHO.  You can stop at 13 seconds in.  Really.  Unless you're a huge fan of Premier Inns.  Then you can start at 13 seconds in instead.





I thought it might be a useful part of my campaign to do my bit for charity by encouraging companies and famous people to make donations in exchange for a brief mention in one of my latest books. You never expected Harry to sell out, eh? 

But I felt it was the least I could do given the number of times I've killed people and created mayhem in previous novels.  If there was a charity devoted to helping characters destroyed unpleasantly in horror novels, I'd be first up there with a donation. Obviously an imaginary one, but it's the thought isn't it?  And it might even have a fortuitous knock-on effect to promoting the book. What's not to like about a book in which Jeffrey Archer - just plucking a twat out of a hat - is chewed up by a giant cephalopod?

Here's the letter I sent about Premier Inns. Not unusually, I didn't get a reply. Well, it's only been five years since I sent it and the company will have had to call a special meeting of the board to discuss it which would take a while to arrange what with big businesses being so preoccupied with corporate lunches and running the country. So I'm not disheartened.

Yet.