Rotten Row: the origin story

I know I’ve told this story before; I may have told it here, or hereabouts. If so, bear with me. Or just scroll on. I am at that time of life; I am in my anecdotage.

So a few years back, I was staying with m’friend Juliet McKenna in Oxon, and there was a one-day SF con in London; and furthermore m’other friend Liz Williams was signing in an SF bookshop on t’other side of the Smoke. So two birds, one stone: I hopped on a train and spent the morning at the con, and then at lunchtime set off to w...