B-Day Plus 1: hangovers and leftovers
The news of my impending writerhood was broken in true bastard fashion, in order to make Fiona squirm. “The big announcement,” says I, “is that I’m leaving (insert name of global IT company here) to go work for myself.” Smiles from the assembled guests, and those requiring assembly, but of an ‘is that it?’ variety. “In fact,” I said, drawing it out for as long as possible, “I’m off to Oslo in a couple of weeks as part of my new job.” By now She Who Must Not Be Teased is looking daggers in my direction and making ‘I’m going to kill you!’ hand gestures as I deliver the grand finale: “Because Tiden are publishing the Norwegian version of my first crime novel in March.” There then follows a brief, stunned silence and so on and so forth. I think the best reaction has to go to Norman, who sat and went “Oh my God!” about a half dozen times. Very gratifying: we like Norman.
So that’s it, everyone now knows about the book deal and the giving up work. The next challenge is going into work tomorrow without jumping up onto my desk, and shouting out over all the soulless little cubicles, “Buy my f***ing book!”
*From top left: Chris (Norman’s paramour), Christopher (ego-search googling brother), She Who Must Be Appeased, Norman (friend and long-time colleague), the other Stuart MacBride (father), Kim (Christopher's better half and queen of the broccolli people), My Mum (Sheena), Peggy (Fiona’s mum and Gordon's supervisor ), the aforementioned Gordon ‘I Like Tangerine Jelly’ Reid, and at the front some bearded weirdo who gatecrashed and wouldn’t wear a bloody party hat.