My new book, Welcome to the Machine is back from the printers. Not that I've seen a copy yet, of course; they're all in boxes somewhere in New Malden. Although this isn't my first book, it's the first one that feels entirely mine, and I know that for the first time I'll start taking reviews and sales figures personally, rather than regarding them as an amusing whim of the publishing business. This time, I suppose, it's personal. Please expect a higher than normal level of neurosis and soul-searching on Cultural Snow over the coming months, interwoven with the inevitable plugging.
And major respect to the lovely Dame Helen. Bet that weeping cyst on the gall-bladder of humanity L Brent Bozell is having a crisis of faith right now.