It’s felt like a long time coming but, just shy of two years after A Very Important Teapot, I am delighted to announce that Claret Press has now published the sequel, Bored to Death in the Baltics.
The title will tell you that, unlike Teapot, the new book is NOT set in Australia. Most of the action in Bored to Death takes place in various parts of Estonia, four months on from Teapot. Apart from Dawson and Lucy, a couple of other major characters from the first book make a welcome (or unwelcome) reappearance but there are of course several new faces to add to the fun and mayhem.
When a bomb explodes in front of Dawson on a sunny June morning, he is lucky to escape. Certainly luckier than the man he is following.
But finding himself a few hours later in the bilges of a ship is less fortunate as that is not how he’d planned to spend his weekend.
- Who is the man assassinated by the bomb?
- Where is Dawson being taken, and by whom?
- Will Luch Smith track him down in time?
- What is happening underground in rural Estonia and leafy Surrey?
- Who is hte double agent within MI6?
- What have the tantalising Sesks twins got to do with it all?
- Can Dawson and Lucy distinguish Wright from Rong?
- Can Dawson avoid being bored to death?
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Meanwhile, sales of A Very Important Teapot continue to trickle out, and not just in the UK, which I still find extraordinary. If you are reading this and have not yet caught up with it, by all means purchase it from Mr Amazon if that rocks your boat, but I am more than happy to supply signed (or unsigned) copies direct if you contact me via this website or on firstname.lastname@example.org. Whilst you can enjoy Bored to Death as a standalone story if you haven’t read Teapot, I’m sure you would agree that it’s better for all of us if you have
To recap, A Very Important Teapot is a comedy thriller set largely in Australia. The main protagonist, Dawson, gets caught up in events way outside his comfort zone when he is offered an unspecified job by his best friend. All sorts of mayhem ensue, involving gangsters and diamonds. Then the espionage agencies of three different countries, the local police and folk music.
As for me, I was born and brought up in Guildford in a house with a river at the bottom of the garden. This makes me sound quite posh, but it wasn’t a very big house, and it wasn’t a very big river. For the past twenty-something years, I’ve lived in an increasingly empty house in a not-quite-Cotswold village in West Oxfordshire. Not forgetting a series of tired and permanently hungry cats.