It was still light when I started queuing out the back of the Forbidden Planet. About 100 people stood between me and Neil Gaiman.

Many of the fans brought various Gaiman artifacts to be signed. The guy in front of me had a faded looking 2000AD from the 70s amongst other things. I was just clutching my freshly store bought copy of Fragile Things.

It was dark when I reached the door. He looked as tired as I felt. Maybe it was because he knew there were only a dozen more people to do. Maybe he is just naturally a nice guy. He seemed to always say a few things to everyone, even taking photos if requested. He managed to keep smiling and made the wait worthwhile.

After two and half hours in the queue: