Currently sitting in the Festival’s ‘Green Room at the Randolph Hotel.
Wi-if here is about as old as Bruce Forsyth, so if you are reading this, well, just remember it’s Sunday, so maybe somebody… “up there” is taking an interest.
Anyway, this is where all the authors come before they give their talks.
And in case you were wondering (as I was hoping) it ISN’T full of bottles of champagne, plates of lobster or the bright and beautiful.
Right now, it’s just me and a cup a coffee.