Neil Gaiman's launch party for The Graveyard Book last night was lovely, held in a crypt and so packed that I took a turn round the floor, greeted the great man warmly, met a bright young chap in his party to whom I was introduced as 'the scarecrow one' (I hope that was referring to Doctor Who) and said hello to a few friends before wandering off into the night. It was either that or collapse from exhaustion under the coats, and I feel that the book's head was wetted. Neil: very sweet chap. You may already know this.
And speaking of said Who, I've got an essay in the latest issue of SFX Magazine, where I talk about my love for the show over the years, and how much fandom is a part of that, and I get all gushy, really. But I'm quite pleased with it. I'm being sent one with a Patrick Troughton cover, I'm told.
Oh, and see the tag over there on the right? (For Blogger readers.) I'm now Twittering away, and rather enjoying it. If you Twitter too, do Twitter with me.
At any rate, I hope to see some of you in Canada. If you read the blog, do say hello. Much packing to be done. Cheerio.