Ah, publication day. I can still recall my first as though it were yesterday. (If yesterday happened 16 years ago and I had more hair and less flab and Leeds United were in the Premiership.) A Thai restaurant in Chelsea, Mum flirting with my editor, Dad flirting with the editor’s wife, piles of ACTS OF REVISION gleaming at one end of the table like a side-dish which no-one remembered ordering.
Nothing so glamorous to mark the publication of FLIP – which I thought was on March 7th but turns out to be March 3rd . . . namely, today! So the momentous occasion was marked by me losing my temper spectacularly with a sleeping bag which wouldn’t go back in its stuff-sack and eating a very nice shepherd’s pie with my wife and two daughters, neither of whom existed when my first book came out. The side-dish tonight was broccoli.