Can you beleive it? I could hardly, at the time. But I actually won the Glenfiddich award for Drink Book at last night's glitzy ceremony, held at Albannach Restaurant in Trafalgar Square. I was thrilled - and, rather handily, £1000 richer. Plus you get a nice glass trophy and a bottle of 21 year old Glenfiddich with your name on the label.
But the big danger with winning awards like these is that you begin to think you are special. A big shot. Or that you matter. Thinking these things has an alarming tendency to turn the person thinking them into an arrogant asshole. So I remember - don't take myself too seriously. And whatever happens at this afternoon's Roederer awards, I'm thrilled to have got this one.