In Search of Patrick, with Pegasus on my Shoulder

Last week my publisher sent me an author questionnaire, you know, a few questions about me which they’ll use for publicising Someday We’ll Understand.

At the end there was one question which probably isn’t there for publicising the book, but I expect the publisher uses the answers as testimonials. Obviously that’s fair enough, they have been great to me, but I’m not sure the answer I gave is exactly what they expected……..

Why did you choose Pegasus Publishers?

 Well there is a story. I had looked up various publishers, and there were a lot focused on self-publishing which looked difficult and expensive.

Anyway, I had been looking up various different publishers and wasn’t sure who to contact, and then a friend of mine asked if I remembered when we went and got our fortune told by this bloke called Patrick.

pegasusAnd then it came back to me, that before he’d even started dealing out his cards, the very first thing he said was “You have Pegasus on your shoulder.” Now obviously that meant nothing to me whatsoever, but it was so strange that we of course remembered it. Whilst that was the first thing he said, the last thing he said was that I was going to write a history book. I told him I had no real interest in history, but he insisted I would and said that he wanted a copy of the book when it was published.

That was about 1990, and I would love nothing more now to send him a copy, but all I know is that he was called Patrick, the shop he operated out of in Coventry has long since been knocked down, but wherever he is, I get the feeling he knows.

Since then we’ve tried to figure out exactly where Patrick would have been working from. I said to Joe it was Spon Street in Coventry to which he said “A building on Spon Street knocked down since 1990? The one bit of the medieval City they tried to preserve? They haven’t even knocked down the Watch Museum, and there’s a massive bloody crack in the side of that!” This is probably a fair point, but he does remember a sort of shambles in a prefab on the corner of Corporation Street and Hill Street, which is more than I do, but that’s maybe exactly the sort of place a fortune teller might have operated out of?

If anyone has any ideas, please get in touch.