I couldn’t have written this story without the support of a lot of people, such as Haydn (trailers), Jason (website), the two Matts (Williams and Hutchinson), Madeleine Buston, plus colleagues at work, in particular Rob Cox, whose feedback was spot-on and only occasionally sketchy. It would be remiss of me also to not mention the drivers of the X68 bus too, who steered me home safely while writing.
I’m also very grateful to the booksellers and librarians who have supported me over the past year, especially the Booksellers Crow, John Newman, Jo De Guia, David, Dave, Tamara and George. Much love as well to Carol Webb at Forest Hill School, who has the finest library in old London town. Her students are rather spectacular too.
Cheers also to folk who’ve endlessly boosted my confidence. In particular, Jenny the Wondrous Reader, the Cherub Represents group, cousin Andrew, Zammo, Marcus and Bek, who always goes above and beyond the call of duty. I’m also very grateful to Stephanie Purcell and Alejandro Reyes for their help and expertise, not to mention Latino spirit.
Thanks also go to the good people of Puffin, especially to Tania, Emma, Adele, Katy, Sarah, Samantha, Jennie, Brigid and to Shannon Park, who is as brilliant as she is persuasive – thank you, my friend.
The song that Jimmy sings is called ‘The Moon’ and was written nearly twenty years ago by my friends Will and Waggy. Thanks so much for letting me use it, chaps. I never get tired of hearing it – it’s an absolute cracker.
It’s a funny thing, this writing lark. I started on one thing, only to find myself somewhere completely different, somewhere I didn’t think I’d ever go. As a result I must thank the people who, twelve years ago, wrote, called or drove down the A63 to sit, play pool and kick my arse into action. Without you, I wouldn’t have written about Daisy, or Billy for that matter. I owe you one.
Finally, thanks to my friends in the Palace and beyond. You know who you are.
And finally-finally, to Laura, Albie, Elsie and Little Stan, who make my world turn and my head spin.
Crystal Palace, June 2011