Tonight is the biggest gig of my media slut career so far. I am to be guest of Bedak's Riverine Club’s 'lusty and savage affection'. This is a kind of a literary lunch affair without the frequent flyer points. The author (me) stays put in very own living room and is called up between main course and desert to field questions from the club members. This involves a speaker phone, much garlic, even more champaign, and possibly heavy breathing. The tricky part will be timing my own alcohol intake to be in synch with the punters in Wagga Wagga.
I just know one of these clowns, in a breathy sultry voice, is going to ask what I'm wearing.