R.I.P. Harry Harrison. I met Harry three times (although I was hardly on first name terms with him): once at Novacon, where I bought him a pint; once at Glasgow Airport where I asked the check-in staff to 'look after him' on his flight to Gatwick; and once at Noreascon in Boston, where we walked together from the Marriott Hotel over that long ( Read more... )

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I'm again in Boston and the weather is utter shite, 3º C with grey skies and sleet and everyone looking miserable. See here:


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