It's been a busy couple of weeks. Most importantly the revisions to Hunter's Moon are done and dusted, so off it goes to the copy editor so I can have my appalling English picked apart, mocked and turned into something you lucky people can actually read.
Now onto the next one, which has been crowding the inside of my head for several weeks and wants out. No rest for the wicked...
I've also been squeezing a life in. There was a rather interesting performance art thing in Luton a couple of weekends back, which was woefully underattended but turned into a splendid night, then there was the launch party for the Whoopee Private Members' Club, run by those darlings of the London burlesque scene which was an outstanding evening made even better by the company of a thoroughly charming young lady.
Also in Luton, I got to preside over a handfasting, this one with tons of (difficult to pronounce) ancient Egyptian references. What was really touching there was when the groom sidled up to me and asked for "yet another favour", that I be a witness at the civil ceremony. I've never witnessed a wedding before (in the legal sense), so that was quite an entertaining experience.
The lovely Rosie Cooper had a birthday party in a derilict pub in Shadwell, which was odd but full of people I've not seen for far too long. Alas, it would seem that my social life is being brought back with a bang since there are now several people I have to go drinking with. Oh dear, how sad.
Neil Gaiman's talk a couple of weeks back was fun, and I'm off to see Alan Moore tonight, although the wonderful Gillian from Gollancz won't be accompanying me this time because she's dead (or at least ill). I wonder who I'll take instead?
And then waaay back in the mists of time was the works do. Jonathon Weir (who has the uneviable task of babysitting me on tour ahead of him) did a splendid job of organising that, and much fun was had. Much beer, too.
Hmmm. I appear to have run out of tea. Blog off, kettle on.