Out of character

I went, I saw, I spoke to not one but two Doctor Who writers in person at the Morley Literature Festival tonight. I surprised myself and shocked OneMonkey by asking a question from the audience, speaking almost entirely coherently into the microphone brandished by the roving host. I embarrassed myself by blurting out my connection with the previous Chain Gang as Rob Shearman signed an 8th Doctor CD inlay for me, but that did get me a handshake and a brief chat about the new Chain Gang series. And finally I spoke to Mark Michalowski, but all I managed to say was that I didn't have anything for him to sign because I'd only borrowed one of his books from the library (I have only read one of his Doctor Who novels, I did borrow it from the library, and I really enjoyed it, but I'm guessing it's not the greatest thing to have someone say to you at a book-signing). I'm quite pathetically excited about my evening, but also slightly cringing and it's reminded me why I'm usually antisocial. Time for bed...