The Evening Standard has been a fixture of the intra-London commute for so long now that I can remember it before it was distributed for free. Around town you can certainly feel the presence of the 900,000 or so copies that go out these days. So it was a thrill to see The Knives covered yesterday in the Diary pages, a space usually reserved for Great & Good: aristocrats, moguls, beloved entertainers, and senior politicians. It's on the back of the last category, I guess, that me and my novel rode in. My thanks to Robbie Griffiths of the ES for picking up on the story.