Stanley Donwood on the Story Behind Catacombs of Terror!
One afternoon in the pub, over several pints of cider, the eccentric publisher Ambrose Blimfield proposed that I write a novel. He promised he would publish it. But, he continued, lighting a cigar, I had to write it in a month. In fact, he said, to “encourage” me, he’d bet me five quid that I couldn’t do it.
“Don’t most publishers give writers an advance?” I asked.