Neil Gaiman is currently living in a big, dark house in America with three cats, a large white dog and a number of awards from all over the world. He still does not understand how he came to be responsible for the feeding and domestic arrangements of these animals, nor, for that matter, what he is doing living in America. He has two beehives and many bees. He wears black leather jackets, black tee shirts and black jeans, and is now scared that one day he will wake up to find his wardrobe has become tweeds. He has written novels and comics and movies and TV and poems and an opera and he keeps an enormous blog, which is nothing like keeping bees at all. He enjoys old fountain pens and sushi.