My bank manager has just been on the phone asking if I would like to open a high interest account. It turned out he had read a piece in yesterday's Observer Review section which predicted that my LITTLE BOOK OF BORIS (out next week) may be "the Eats, Shoots and Leaves" of the season.
I suppose having written or edited 28 books it's about time I had a bestseller. But I'm not holding my breath. Nor, I suspect, is my bank manager.