Luckily, we escaped with our lives.
Before any of us could begin our readings (in front of a packed audience, of course), CanLitooligans set upon the crowd with vigour and malice. Photos were not taken, but here is an artist’s rendition:
As you can plainly see, Chris and Ian bravely held off the rampaging horde with a blend of literary allusions and fisticuffs, while Barry took care of the werewolf ( who was certainly not a fan of his unique brand on magic realism). I, being the sensible one, cowered in the back in a pool of my own cowardice.
Still, sales were brisk, and once the bone sets, Barry will be as good as almost new. We hefted many the tankard of ale this night, I can tell you.