Mad Max on ice...

The trip into Aberdeen today was marked by a distinct slipperyness in the driving department. And this isn’t in the tiny wee Renault Clio, either, this is in the Daihatsu FourTrak, 4X4 monster car.

Like bloody Swan Lake it was, only without the swans. Or the lake. And the music was Green Day’s American Idiot, rather than Tchaikovsky. But you know what I mean. One minute you’re driving north, the next you’re facing Mecca, then North, then Mecca again. And if you’re lucky you’ve not driven through anyone’s car on the way there. Wheeeeee...

Went in to sign books. Tried Waterstones, but they didn’t seem to have any stock in, so I went to see my chums at Ottakar’s instead. I am seriously going to have to think about awarding them some sort of beard-related prize: they’ve single handedly sold over a thousand copies of Cold Granite in the ONE SHOP!

How cool is that?