Silver-tongued devil

This afternoon I have a long phone conversation with someone involved in organising the book trade’s Big Day Out on Friday, aka the NZ Post Book Awards. She is understandably a little tense.

She says something. I say something in reply. There is a long pause. Uh-oh, I think.

And then she sighs and says, “God, this is great. I’ve spent all day with these serious intense women, and you just swear all the time.”