On the “things I’m good at and wish I wasn’t” list, one of the things pretty high up is throwing food down myself at inopportune times. The reasons for this are legion, but the net result is that frankly I shouldn’t be allowed to wear a white shirt in public, certainly when there are attractive ladies around!
Sooooo, what have Gollancz gone and organised? Yup, a curry with various other authors. Ok, they’re all male so there’s a chance I’d get away with it under normal circumstances, but Gollancz in their infinite wisdom (sadist nature) have decided they’re going to film it.
Yup, filming me eating my lunch and pretending I know more about books than I do, then showing the world. The bastards.
But I am amused about how Signor Abercrombie has described it, nicknames aside… Actually, on that point, he does have a nickname for his editor, but I just can’t print it here….