There were no literary agents under thirty-five without waistcoats at The London Book Fair.
There were no publishers under thirty-five without waistcoats and glasses at The London Book Fair.
There was a very dishy science-fiction writer (closer to forty though) without a waistcoat and glasses with whom I had a very nice chat. (Which luckily didn't involve any techno-babble about space ships and fantasy worlds - otherwise I would have shot him.)
However, stupidly, I forgot to get his name.
So Mr T is safe again. No doubt he is counting his blessings.
Okay, I am just joking about the waistcoats. Literary agents don't always wear them. Just some of the time. It's called style.
Apparently.
The often dubious, politically incorrect and mainly humorous musings of Ms Jane Turley, Creative Extraordinaire.
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