I Grew Up In A Completely Bookless

Why Did I Desert Labour? Total Bloody Disillusionment. The Party Was A Corpse. It Had No Ideology, It Became Detached, Old, Spineless And Needed To Go.

Completing A Book, It's A Little Like Having A Baby.... There's A Feeling Of Relief And Satisfaction When You Get To The End. A Feeling That You Have Brought Your Family, Your Characters, Home. Then A Sort Of Post-natal Depression And Then, Very Quickly, The Horizon Of A New Book. The Consolation That Next Time I Will Do It Better.

Each My Book Feels Like My Last Book. And Then I Think, Like A Dedicated Alcoholic, That One More Won't Do Me Any Harm.

In Every War Zone That I've Been In, There Has Been A Reality And Then There Has Been The Public Perception Of Why The War Was Being Fought. In Every Crisis, The Issues Have Been Far More Complex Than The Public Has Been Allowed To Know.

Never Trade A Secret, You'll Always Get The Short End Of The Bargain.