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31-DEC-2025 | Excerpt from “Sorry for the Lobsters” by Neil French

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Excerpt from “Sorry for the Lobsters” by Neil French

Happy New Year!!

Being a writer is rather like having diarrhoea; you’d really like to stop but you just can’t. My problem was always getting started. The fact is, I’m no good at all at headlines. In the end, I realized that if I just got on with the writing, a headline might magically appear, (and in fact, sometimes it did). I had the same problem with the title of this book. In a way I suppose the title of a book is its headline. Let’s try the old trick: First of all put in the things you know it’s got to have, like the name of the author. I’m almost sure that’s me. Neil French. There you go, that’s done. 🏁

You can really picture French in this passage. In my mind, he’s sitting hunched forward on a stool, relaxed, elbows on knees, gesticulating with a lit cigar.

The frankness and hint of vulnerability draw you in. “Look, — surprise! — I don’t know what I’m doing either. So here goes.”