Alan
Ah-haa. ah-haa. No please, please shh. Welcome to "Knowing Me, Knowing You". Knowing me, Alan Partridge, knowing you, the you, the audience, er, here in the studio, or you, the you, the listener at home, in the car, or somewhere else, but, with a radio. Those of you who know me from the world of sport will know that I like having a bit of a chat with brawny men on the rugby field and, er, having a bit of a chat with the soft fair waif-like moist creatures who you find in ladies' sports, er. Please, don't write in saying that's, saying that's sexist -- er, it's not. So, er, what better place, to er, continue that chat than here on a chat show, my show,my own show? My first guest: he's one of the world's great heavyweights, not in the boxing sense, he's 67, huh, but intellectually speaking. He's a novelist. His new novel, "The Soul Of Time", weighs in at nearly 8 pounds, 950,000 words of thick dense type, all telling the story about, well... let's get the potted version from the man of letters himself. Dip thy quill and clappeth loud for Britain's greatest living novelist Lawrence Camley.
Alan It's a big fish. Your net's full of holes.
Lawrence All nets are full of holes.
