Welcome.

The Shambling Horde in question is the great British public, possibly the great publics of other nations, should other authors join me.

Here's an example of something I've had to face in a 'retail capacity'. This is a true story, I wish it wasn't.

A customer, women in her mid-forties, came into the bookshop I work in, and asked me for any books we had by Enoch Powell. I was, as ever, staggeringly professional and did not punch her in the throat at all. "No, I'm afraid we don't." I said, "We may have books about Powell, but we've certainly nothing by him."

"Oh no, I'm afraid that won't do. You see, it's for my father's bithday. He's quite elderly, and he likes that sort of thing. You know - racism."

I've never heard of racism described as a hobby before.