The fact that Gilderoy Lockhart was there looked forward neatly to Joanna Rowling herself, reading about Neverland from Peter Pan and to have fifty Mary Poppins and a gigantic Voldemort seamlessly woven in was star stuff.
I’ve never seen an Olympic opening with so much humour – with any humour, in fact – and to have so many human voices and little stories integrated in to the big story gave us all a way in to the story Danny Boyle was telling. Goodness knows what they thought in Beijing of Michael Fish, famously telling us that “A woman rang the BBC and said she’d heard there was a hurricane on the way...” but we all cracked up and as for Rowan Atkinson going off onto a dream of winning chariots of fire...
The star of the show had to be the Queen, though. The shock when she turned round at her desk and was revealed to be the absolute honest to goodness, hundred percent gold Queen and not (as we expected) Helen Mirren, was just one of those unforgettable moments. And, as the sequence progressed, wasn’t it great how it was obviously so much easier for the Queen to keep a straight face than Mr Bond himself? Winston Churchill clearly approved and you can’t say fairer than that.
Here's the cover of the new book! It was up on Amazon on Friday and I think it looks really good. When I first thought about the title, a friend wondered if "Frankie's Letter" made it sound a bit too much like a saga. Hmm. It isn't a saga, of course, it's a First World War spy thriller, and I'd hate to give anyone the impression we're in Catherine Cookson land. The thing is, that the whole story is about Frankie's letter - what it is, where it is and, most importantly, who is Frankie. So the title stayed, because I liked it and it's directly related to the story. There's a line in the first chapter said by a bloke who's just about to pop his clogs. "Frankie's letter... Read Frankie's letter." I hope you do!