So I was on the radio this morning! BBC Radio Manchester, to be precise. I made sure to comb my hair and wear clean clothes, as Daisy told me the listeners can tell if you're wearing your pyjamas and haven't brushed your teeth. The very lovely press officer from the University, Mike, came along for moral support and sat with me and waited. It all took less then ten minutes and it wasn't quite as scary as I'd thought it might have been. Becky Want, the presenter, was really sweet and I managed to name-check Alan Warner and Denis Johnson and I didn't swear at all. Not even once. I think that's the least foul-mouthed I've ever been. I chatted about short stories and chick lit and my plans for the future. Have a listen! I'm at about 1:00:30, right after Michael Jackson. Me and Mickey, we're tight.