I'll empty them out. Hold on.
Okay. A brown Watermans ink cartridge. A bottle of brown Sheaffer ink. Two KLM complimentary chapsticks. Nail clippers (oh good. I'd been wondering where that had gone). A half-finished pack of blackcurrant throat pastilles. Three antiseptic handwipes. A Swiss Army Watch with a broken strap. Seven black sharpies, and three silver sharpies, divided more or less randomly among the six pockets. iPod headphones. Ultra violet invisible ink pen with attached ultra violet light for reading invisible writing with. Small piece of carved red cinnabar on a black leather cord. Two interesting pebbles. A black leather wallet. Plane tickets. Passport. Lamy fountain pen. Photo of me someone took at the press conference today and handed me a copy of which I put in my pocket and forgot. Fold-down hairbrush. Moleskin notebook. Glasses case. Small Blue Phone. And, inexplicably, one of my daughter Maddy's elasticated hair ties.
-What Neil Gaiman had in his pockets when Sequential Tart interviewed him.
That is so cool.
Also, Warren Ellis is still god.
Oh, and just in case anyone is wondering, no, I'm not writing a nanowrimo story. Nope, not me!