I thought it was ten years since my first book Night Vision was published, but it is in fact eleven years this month. How time flies and all that.
It was the greatest feeling in the world the morning the fedex box arrived.
Now of course I cannot look at the thing, but despite its crappy title, naff text (the slip case looks like something from an 80's disco) and those two dam dots after my name, I am still rather proud of my little Vision and the memories that go with it.