Fame. Sort of.

 

So I spent yesterday visiting Diana Wynne Jones.  I wasn't going to mention it till Neil Gaiman went and made us all famous on Twitter last night.  Yes, Neil was there too.  Or rather he arrived as I was leaving.  And I wouldn't have still been there at all if I hadn't spent an hour sitting in a dead train outside the station two stops from Diana's.  Alternately I would have been there if my hellhound minder hadn't dumped me last week.  Except a week ago I didn't know Neil was coming.  Are y...