The book signing went really well on Saturday, and after I'd satisfied the hordes of panting vixens, I went out for a few beers with Christian, Mark and Caroline from Solaris. Mark seemed very keen to show me the very best bars in Notts, and yes they were fine, and Nottingham itself a surpisingly cosmopolitan city. Had a Calzone pizza at Zizzis (cue Clawfinger song, 'A Whole Lot of Nothing'- for that was what was inside the damn thing, although I don't wish to sound ungrateful, I'd just like to point out the chef should have put damn filling inside my pizza!) then I staggered back to the hotel much the worse for wear. Thanks to the Solaris Team (like The A-Team, but less muscled) for putting up with my exaggerated stories of mountain climbing and drunken pitches for future novels. Heh. Ahh, the playboy lifestyle of the modern day SF novelist. I tell you.
You can also check out http://solaris-editors-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/remic-does-nottingham.html