Well, at the geriatric age of 32 I have started to write my own novel. It's started off as an unholy mix of Anthony Powell, Kingsley Amis, Jay McInerney, Joseph Heller, Evelyn Waugh and Morecai Richler: A Dance to the Music of Time, Lucky Jim, Brightness Falls, Good as Gold, Vile Bodies and Barney’s Version relocated to Coalition Think Tank land, a kind of neoconservative roman a clef. You lot will probably hate it, but I thought I’d write the book I want to read, and see if it’s any good. It's enormous fun to write at the moment, but it's sure to turn into something entriely different by the time I get to page 200 or draft 3 or whatever.