1. To learn how to fry an egg without turning it into scrambled egg.
2. To have those three days back from September when I was laid up in bed with something unspecified, so that I can do something more useful with them.
3. Not to receive any socks, pants, vests, scarves, gloves or Parker Pens.http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
4. A ticket to the 2012 Scottish Cup Final, featuring the mighty Perth St Johnstone and the losing finalists.
5. The Passenger to finally appear in print.
6. Planxty to reform for one final concert, ideally at Beverley Folk Festival.
7. Home for Christmas by my old online writing pal Cally Taylor, published today.
Congratulations on book number two Cally...
Beth Prince has always loved fairytales and now, aged twenty-four, she feels like she's finally on the verge of her own happily ever after. She lives by the seaside, works in the Picturebox - a charming but rundown independent cinema - and has a boyfriend who's so debonair and charming she can't believe her luck! There's just one problem - none of her boyfriends have ever told her they love her and it doesn't look like Aiden's going to say it any time soon. Desperate to hear 'I love you' for the first time Beth takes matters into her own hands - and instantly wishes she hadn't. Just when it seems like her luck can't get any worse, bad news arrives in the devilishly handsome shape of Matt Jones. Matt is the regional director of a multiplex cinema and he's determined to get his hands on the Picturebox by Christmas. Can Beth keep her job, her man and her home or is her romantic-comedy life about to turn into a disaster movie?