I arrived at the hotel, having driven away from the rain, praying I didn’t have to stop and put the roof up on Muriel. If you drive fast enough, most rain doesn’t actually land on you, it sort of skims off the car, so you only have to stop for proper large dollops of rain, which fortunately on that day we didn’t have. I checked into my room, which had a beautiful view of the air conditioning unit, and went to Brighton for some shopping.
Later that night I went for a Chinese, sharing a table with, among others, Jamie Merrow, Becky Black, Bruin Fisher and Charlie Cochrane. We soon bonded over sesame prawn toast, and a shared hatred of grocers’ apostrophes. I was in my element, I’d found my people!
Next time, the Meet itself – novel openings, ideas, and mastering that secret handshake.