Good Omens, indeed!

The signatures of both Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett now grace the inside of my hardcover 1st edition copy of Good Omens. (Puts it in a bullet-proof glass case surrounded by lazers.) *squeeeeeeeeeee*
Terry Pratchett was speaking at the Boston Public Library last night and we were selling books out front (damn, I love working at a bookstore). I got to see him speak. He was hilarious, as I expected. He did a monologue of his life in his adorable, halting British accent and had us all rolling in the aisles. He recounted how he first became a real reader by the light of the street lamps on a car ride home, thus resulting in spots in front of his eyes and an unquenchable thirst for reading, which lead to a job at the local library (at the ripe old age of nine) where he read all the books he was allowed to and many that he wasn't.
He went on to recount his first journalist experience (there was much vomiting) and the first advances for his books (there were many greenhouses). Then he answered some questions. (I was psyched someone asked how he and Neil collaborated on Good Omens because I was wondering myself. The answer: Erratically.) The hall was packed with devotees, and I could see why. You could tell he loved his fans as much as they loved him. Afterwards, he signed every single book that was put in front of him. He signed for over an hour, chatting amiably with everybody. I was the very last person to get my book signed. He looked very tired by then but he was such a good sport about it. I was really grateful for his patience and humor.
I know he knows he is well loved but I'll just add my virtual kudos to a very talented and funny man. Thanks, Mr. Pratchett! You rock.