Lo, Osiris has come as Orion,
Lord of wine at the wag-feast.
Last night, I went to the memorial of Paul Sussman, a journalist and author and dear friend.
He had the kind of life that made you want to quit your job and do something more exciting instead, warmth that would make you seek him out at any party and a relationship which restored your faith in marriage. He died suddenly of an aneurysm, aged 45, leaving behind him an amazing wife and two great kids.
He had just finished his fourth novel - an archaeological thriller called The Labyrinth of Osiris, which is attracting excellent early reviews. It's out on July 19th and you can buy it here if you like.