Foggy day in London town

It’s a miserable morning. Foggy, grim and dismal. And I think I’m still jetlagged as I’ve had real trouble getting out of bed since returning from Canada. But I have somehow managed to heave myself from beneath the bedclothes and into my office....

What country am I in?

Apologies to anyone who tried to access the news page over the last couple of days – there was apparently something wrong with the infosupercyberwebnetspacehighway thingy, but I’m led to believe by web guru Richard the Genius that it’s all sorted out...

Oh, Canada

Just back from Wales; a frankly bizarre excursion about which all will be revealed when the new book comes out. Which is still ages away, and I’m still not allowed to say what it’s about. I’d like to say that this is because I’m involved with...