This morning I went to the Feria Internacional del Libro en el Zocalo (a big book fair in the city's central square). The theme this year is British Literature and so a number of UK novelists and poets are here. This morning I attended a prize-giving event with Mayor Mancera doling out some certificates, and while there I met Quentin S Crisp who drew the short straw and represented all the Brits on stage.
Of course, the first thing you have to do is ignore the name. But it's so hard... The more famous Quentin Crisp was actually born Denis Pratt (he not unreasonably changed it in his twenties), but the writer I met today - that's his real name, only he's had to add an S in the middle to avoid confusion.
He is, aside from a writer, an expert on Japanese language and literature and lived there in the early '00s while we were there, but we never met then. Nice guy, in the brief exchange we managed to grab.