March 7th, 2008


I rang Alice. The conversation went something like this.

"Hi Dad."

"How did you know it was me?"

"Your name came up. Also a picture."

"You've got a picture of me on your phone?"

"It's one of Granny's. You're about two years old and riding some sort of bike. It's awfully cute."

"Anyway, I've read the contract. it looks good. I think you should sign...."

Alice is writing a book. It's a book that'll fill a gap in the market ( I don't think I should say anything more because it's a very stealable concept) and she's just gone and hooked herself a publisher at the first try. Brilliant. 

We didn't talk long because her partner had taken a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and was about to uncork it.