I've got the best job in the world. Want to know why? It's not that for work I flew to Toronto last week and drank with interesting, clever people for four days. It's not that I spent the last two days looking over the text of Paul Cornell's very excellent British Summertime. It's that I have in my hands a brand new Kim Newman novella which, so far as I know, no one but Kim and I have seen. Which opens with Richard Jeperson and Derek Leech coming face to face, and goes on from there.

Now, tell me I don't have the best job ever...