Stickleback by John McCabe
I know John. He’s actually not called John he’s called something else. But he is actually called McCabe.

The Essence of The Thing by Madeleine St John
I once sent MSJ a letter saying how much I loved TEOTH. She sent me a postcard in reply, which is on the wall in my office.

From Here to Maternity by Mel Giedroyc
I used to love “Late Lunch”. I also used to watch it while eating lunch. How’s that for synchronicity?

The Hungry Years by William Leith
William Leith used to have a column all about his life in a newspaper. I don’t know why but I always skimmed past it without reading it.

White Merc With Fins by James Hawes
Before I got published I attended a reading Mr Hawes gave in London. Even though I loved his book in the Q and A session afterwards I asked him really awkward questions. I feel slightly ashamed of this fact.