I was wrong. (It happens.) Last night we had a launch party for Elise’s book, The TV President, in Waterstones Piccadilly, and I’d feared that this was over-reaching, way above (the 6th floor) my station, and that a room more like a company boardroom than a hugger-mugger bookshop would hardly be conducive to loosening up. But, well, I had a good time, met good people, drank good wine, and we sold over a hundred books. Today I washed 119 glasses, god knows what happened to the 120th, and though I’m sure real publishing outfits have people to do this for them it felt pretty real to me.