All right, so it’s a rehash of most of the articles on this website (without the videos or slideshows and stuff because, obviously, they wouldn’t work in print), but we’re desperate here, and if you don’t order a copy immediately we’ll be forced to take George Birchall out the back and shoot him.
There are certain advantages to owning the Fylde and Wyre Antiquarian in print rather than reading it on the web.
One: You can keep it by the side of the loo and, because the pages are absorbent, it’ll come in handy if you have an emergency.
Two: When you’ve finished with it (which won’t take long) you can give it to somebody else as a Christmas present (preferably somebody you don’t really like).
Three: There isn’t a three. That’s it I’m afraid.
Some of you might have noticed that our list of outlets in the right hand column has vanished recently. That’s because most of our local bookshops have gone bankrupt (don’t blame us…we were the only things keeping them going as far as I can work out). As a result we’re now owed millions of quid, and we’re not likely to see any of it in a hurry. For the time being, therefore, we’re selling our books directly, so watch out for old fogies wearing anachronistic hats with trays round their necks in a street near you soon. Alternatively, you can buy our books over the Internet as usual. (The links are there in the right hand column. All you have to do is click.)
Wyre Archaeology members please take note: We’ll be taking orders for the new ‘Fylde and Wyre Antiquarian’ book at the next meeting, so bring plenty of spondoolix and make sure to ask your friends and relatives etc. if they’d like a copy too. If you don’t, then we’ll be digging our trenches with plastic coffee spoons next year.
As we’ve already mentioned several times, all the proceeds from this book will be going into the Wyre Archaeology coffers, so do your bit and order a copy now. If sales haven’t reached 10,000 by this time next month, in addition to George being shot I’ll be posting a photograph on this board in which the book isn’t obscuring most of my face. After that…who knows what horrors lie in wait? On your own heads be it!