The Editor’s Day Out

The Editor got to escape from the PC where she works her magic on my efforts, to attend the knees-up that was the unveiling of the was Orwell Prize Shortlist.

Alas, I failed to make the leap from the Longlist to the Shortlist and must be slightly glad that I couldn't attend.

I’d have been forced into broadcasting some cactus smile as I applauded those who marched upwards towards the prime, while inwardly wishing that their swonicles would catch fire.

The Editor acted with far more grace and spent her time schmoozing, collecting business cards, compliments and free drink, adjourning for a pizza with a gaggle of other attendees before vanishing back into mysterious obscurity on the last train...

The crushing blow to my monstrous ego aside, I am extremely pleased to have even reached the Longlist for the Orwell Prize. For a few moments my name shared space with those far more established, lauded and polished. Just wait until next year!