This is literally what Terry Pratchett wears to conventions.
What a good thing is Terry Pratchett.
As a rule I have to reblog Terry Pratchett, even if I’ve already done so before.
Sir Pterry: gift to humanity.
“Dave? This is my new wife, Mandy: isn’t she a cracker?”
I look up from the table. I haven’t seen Nick in about twelve years and, despite the fact that I’m expecting to have a coffee with him, I’m a bit surprised when he shoves a pretty young woman in front of him before he’s even said ‘hello’. She looks equally embarrassed, and I manage a weak smile.
My entire history with the man…
Right now, we’re not the most popular family on the close: with good reason.
Last night, I went to a party at The Groucho Club in Soho for the launch of The Sophie Hicks Agency (Sophie has been my friend and agent for fifteen years), an epic event that will occupy a blog post all on its own in a few days’ time. However, before I stray off the point….
My father-in-law picked me up…
Mr Stone, Mrs Stone, Anne McNeil from Hodder
The above photograph was taken at the 30th anniversary of Ed Victor Ltd, my agents. It features myself, my wife and Anne McNeil, Publishing Chief at Hodder. It was a really great party, everybody was very relaxed and we got to enjoy beautiful surroundings with the likes of Nigella Lawson, Jerry Hall, Fredrik Forsyth and the late Sir David Frost, among…
“Stay AWAY from my wife.”
I’m not actually chasing anyone’s wife, but because I spend so much time on my own and regularly believe that I’m the centre of the universe, I immediately assume the shout is directed at me.
I’m at Westwood Cross again, but this time I’m right outside WHSmith and I’ve just parked my car in the child/parent space they reserve for people who either have a child or no…