Horrible weather isn’t it? Well, it is for someone with cold celtic blood like me, at any rate. I’m sure I should have been an Inuit or something. It’s all I can do to stop myself climbing into the fridge until it’s cool enough to come out again.
I’ve been working on some ideas for the new book, but obviously the World Cup’s been a distraction. My fivers on Germany to win the thing and Miroslav Klose to finish as top scorer are looking fairly tidy, and I do find it funny that England, after all the hype, are pretty much the worst team of the tournament so far.
Well, today I have a big meeting with a swanky television company to talk about some ideas they inexplicably have me in mind for. I’ve even ironed a shirt this morning, so I must be excited about it.