Well, I've been sliced and diced by the good artisans of the NHS, and I appear to have survived the experience. It's been a long couple of weeks, and painful, but I'm almost mended. Another week or so, and I'm back at work and then normal life reasserts itself. Damn.

In writing terms, it's been a quiet few weeks. I kind of assumed I'd been able to sit around, throat a bit painful, and write reams of new stuff, but actually it's not worked out that way: between the pain, the drugs and the...