In Search of the Diabolic Grail?

The usual depression on arriving home from my holiday was lifted by the sight of an email from my publishers with a pdf of the front cover attached. The only trouble was, which celebratory bottle to open from among the Pomerol, Blaye, Bourg, Medoc and St Emillion? Yes, it’s grim up North London. I was…

The Joys of Index

I’m delighted to say that the lack of activity on this blog is inversely related to activity on the book front.  Indeed it’s been a while, but that’s what it’s like with a book, nothing happens for years (quite literally in my case) and then suddenly there aren’t enough hours in the day. Anyone who…