The nights have drawn in, it’s freezing cold outside and the world continues to mission-creep towards Holy war.
Would it kill XFM to play some upbeat music?
Seriously, if I hear Coldplay one more time – or that James Blunt dirge – I’m going to drop the office radio in a bath. While Blunt is in it.
“Yoour’e byoootifu….” Splash. TZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Hiss.
So, yes, long time no blog. Things have been mental-busy here at TFPHQ. For one thing, we’ve just signed a great new author. I can’t talk about it until everything’s completely watertight, legal-wise, which is incredibly annoying because the book is going to be absolutely bloody incredible. Fine writing on a gripping subject. Ooh yes, it’s going to be goooood. More soon. Watch this space.
We’re also right in the midst of a particularly fascinating process involving some large sums of money and contracts the size of Ghana. Again, I probably shouldn’t say much. Law again, y’know. But suffices to say the process is a pure and simple head-fuck.
You know those big meetings you see in Wall Street films, with lawyers and accountants and advisors and investors and directors all sitting round a table, calculators and gold pens in hand, wrestling over spreadsheets and tiny percentages and professional fees that could put a Beckham child through college?…