For immediate release: see also World’s Tiniest Press Release below
What: The Shebeen Club : Teeny Tome, Living Large!
When: 7-9pm, Tuesday, April 17 (3rd Tuesday of each month)
Where: The Shebeen, behind the Irish Heather, 217 Carrall Street in Gastown
Why: Celebrate Shebeen Alumnus Robert Chaplin‘s publication of the World’s Smallest Book: Teeny Ted from Turnip Town!
Who: Contact lorraine.murphy at gmail.com for more information
How(much)? $15 includes dinner and a drink
This Month: Teeny tomes loom large lately. This week, the literary world welcomed its smallest member, as nanoscientists Li Yang and Karen Kavanagh from Simon Fraser University, together with independent Vancouver publisher Robert Chaplin and author Malcolm Douglas Chaplin, presented their minimasterpiece: Teeny Ted from Turnip Town. At 0.07 by 0.10 millimetres, it’s so small you’d need an electron microscope to read it; at thirty pages, it’s still pretty substantial for a dream book about a turnip tale. Small but perfectly formed, this book has made headlines around the world.
The Shebeen Club will celebrate this ironically monumental moment with readings, door prizes and a writing challenge, all specially miniturized for the occasion. Dinner, however, will be oversized as usual at the Shebeen.
Dress code: miniskirts or skinny ties, but please, no thongs.
The Procedure: Sink into a warm velvet banquette and enjoy our programme: your basic meet-and-mingle from 7-7:30, followed by a riveting, yet brief presentation, followed by Q&A and then breaking up into casual groups for wandering, boozy reminiscences of the time you snubbed Jay McInerney in the airport. A fine dinner of bangers and mash or vegetarian pasta from the kitchen of the Irish Heather, plus one glass of wine, beer or pop are included in the $15.
For more information, contact: Lorraine Murphy, raincoaster media ltd www.shebeenclub.com or lorraine.murphy at gmail.com
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Alas, my good miniskirt’s at the cleaners.
I suppose I could make do with a loincloth …
You could indeed. Is that a reservation then?
If it wasn’t that the drive was so far, I’d be there just for the bangers and mash
I wouldn’t want to watch you eat it. o.O
Just because I’d slather it in A-1 sauce?
and wash it down with Guinness?
Not at all; it’s the idea of the base and vulgar wordplay that would ensue, particularly if someone happened to snap a picture of you sucking down a sausage or enjoying a banger in the alley.
I don’t suck sausages. I slice them and eat them politely.
Guess that makes me and Lorena Bobbit kindred souls
Indeed.
Actually, it’s too bad you won’t be there tonight; the publisher’s going to be here and he is an amazing, AWESOME guy, a true artist who makes great things happen. I like being around him just to catch some of his fire.
I hope we get enough people to do justice to this event, but I had a nightmare that we wouldn’t. I actually dreamed the owner of the pub took me aside and wanted to charge me for the rental of the portafilters for the espresso machine, which he had purchased especially for this night, and we only got a few people. As if Sean would do that! I really do need to stop doing my Tae Bo right before bed.
You should know better – Billy Blanks is a scary looking individual even in daylight
He’s a big ol’ teddy bear. It’s his daughter Shelley who scares me, especially the cult-like way she keeps referring to Jesus as “FatherGod”. I mean, could we drop the Freudian stuff even for a second, sweetie?