The Guardian on Saturday ran a review of The Wisdom of Whores, which is newly out in paperback in the UK. In it, Nicholas Lezard suggests I sound like a fun person to go for a drink with. By conincidence, I spent the weekend with someone who was at university with Nick. He was, aparently, nicknamed The Mole by those who had a grudging admiration for his almost entirely nocturnal existance.
That may rather explain both why he enjoyed the book and why he thinks I might be up for a drink. For a book that pretends to be about epidemiology and public health policy, an awful lot of the activity in The Wisdom of Whores takes place with a beer after midnight.