THIS 12 months I made what could have been a mistake: I agreed to write two books. And having written that sentence, I really feel compelled to reassure each of my editors (ought to they see this column) that every one is completely superb, I’m on high of this and you’ll get my drafts by the agreed dates.
Both books, in several methods, are about the cosmos and my (perhaps unusually) enduring love for the factor. I say unusually due to the 12 months we’ve got had – turmoil on Earth may…