Like I said in my other blog (click here) I go to London quite a lot, and when I do I like to get out on the ground and see real life in all the different places. I just walk around and find cafes to sit and listen. I follow side streets and lanes and see what’s what. It’s fascinating to see the city alive and living. And along with my other observations noted in the other blog, there’s something else I’ve noticed too, and for a long time I’ve held off writing about it for fe

I go to London regularly for meetings and other general loafing about. During one of those trips a while back, I ended up with a few hours of free time and decided, on a whim, to jump on the tube and go to Piccadilly Circus – and instantly fell in love with the place. One of my books-in-production (The Hive: Delio) has a very large part of the story set in Piccadilly. I say in production cos I’ve now got three novels in varying stages of the publishing process without any clu