Pretending to be a proper author

Today, to lunch near Headline’s offices with my editor and my publicist, the formidable Sam Eades.

After a week up a mountain in Spain, where dressing up involved putting another fleece over the one I wore in the day to keep myself a bit warm when we sat outside for dinner, the task of looking presentable seemed quite daunting. However, I managed to scrub up, in the opinion of the Old Man, ‘quite nicely’, and set off on the train for London.… read more