The waiting is killing me.

Not really. I am referring to the Booker prize (sorry, it’s the Man Booker prize. I just can’t say it. It sounds too silly) which will be awarded sometime tonight. Again, to remind us who the nominees are:
Achmat Dangor Bitter Fruit
Sarah Hall The Electric Michelangelo
Alan Hollinghurst The Line of Beauty
Colm Tóibín The Master
David Mitchell Cloud Atlas
Gerard Woodward I’ll go to Bed at Noon
I’ve been sitting here calculating how many hours ahead London (I just assume the ceremony is in London) is of Cambridge. But then again, I have no idea what time they are making the annoucement. So there we go. You’ll know when I know.

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