When I was a kid and I couldn’t sleep I used to pretend I was a stowaway, hiding in a barrel of apples.
One by one the crew would eat the apples until I was eventually found at the bottom.
When I had a 9 to 5 and I still couldn’t sleep I used to pretend I ran a shoestring publishing house. It was all D-I-Y and letterpresses with artists and writers who I know.
And then one day it happened.
Welcome to Sir Books. We have a couple of things in the pipeline that will emerge over the next few months but we love to receive new ideas, collaborations and submissions.
We hope you enjoy what we make. If you do, tell someone. If you don’t, tell someone anyway, they may have better taste than you.