Last night's event at LSE went rather well, I thought.  A good crowd, good questions from them, and the rest of the panel were good, feisty company, particularly the very cool Anthony McGowan and the extremely lovely Elizabeth Laird.

It was also cool to meet the young writers who'd entered the accompanying writing competition.  They were all 13-14, that age where you tend to complete silence in the presence of anyone not also 13-14, but charming and smart and eloquent once you got them going.  A pleasing time all around.

Next week, I'm appearing at a school in Hove, and then the festivals begin in earnest through the rest of the year.  Watch this space.