Hey look, Christmas is just around the corner. If you’re stuck for a present for that frustrated writer in your family, or that artsy depressive, or that smug schadenfreude-loving accountant, then you could do a lot worse than snapping up a copy of We Can’t All Be Astronauts, my award-winning book about desperately wanting to become a bestselling author, and being jealous of all my mates. It’s dead cheap, you’d be helping to boost my sales, and if you want me to sign it to make it seem all fancy-like just drop me an email. So yeah, don’t hold back – solve all your gift dilemmas and give me a merry Christmas simultaneously!