Arthur C Clarke Award

I had an excellent time down in London for the award ceremony. (Today, I am paying for it, but seldom was a hangover so well-deserved.)
Highlights included:
- catching up, albeit briefly, with a lot of people I haven't seen since this time last year (notably Cherith Baldry, who I didn't recognise at first!)
- waxing lyric about the shortlist, in duet with coalescent and choreographed by grahamsleight, for a podcast while doubtless-famous people wandered in and out. We disgreed most civilly.
- sitting next to Ian MacLeod's wife when the winner was announced. She was speechless too.
- finally locating the post-ceremony bar, to discover that we were the first to arrive.
- strawberry caipirinha
- talking to William Hurt about SF, the Baroque Cycle and Meister Eckhart.
- entertaining discussion of Serious Literary Stuff* with Amanda Hemingway and Geoff Ryman
- making the last Cambridge train by a comfortable margin and not falling asleep!

I am so pleased that Song of Time won! I think it's going to make a real difference to the author, in a way that maybe it wouldn't to some of the other contenders. And he was so very very pleased and honoured.

But DAMN, I did not get to ask Mr MacLeod about my Sekrit Theory of Adam.

*actually we were talking about sex