I think BBC Radio 4 is trying to tell me something and I think I have to listen. I keep hearing about authors on the news and today another one appears with his stories of the Bronx and moving to Ireland and living in a huge mansion with 15 miles of private land for him to use as a muse for his writing. That sounds eerily like what I should be doing!

Meanwhile, I am increasingly worried about the silence of my characters lately. I don't know where they are and more to the point, I don't know what they are up to. They're probably holed up in The Rat's Entrails Inn in Dungloon getting drunk and planning chaos (not that they need to plan it as it seems to come perfectly naturally to them). Oh dear, I'm going to be in trouble if I don't start writing more of the sequel soon and get them back on the leash…