This is still Cope, but Cope in transition, courtesy of a deeply annoying hack and some amazing reconstruction-work by a WordPress surgeon who, if you ever need a WordPress surgeon, I will joyously recommend to you. We’re working out of a default theme while I rethink a few things, but there’s some bits of news that won’t wait until the polish has been applied.

Firstly there’s GameCamp 5, the now-nigh-legendary Unconference, which is going down on May 12th at London South Bank University. As I write there are six tickets left in the second tranche, which is unsurprising because at £15 for the day including an amazing Italian lunch, it makes snips look overpriced. The final tranche goes live at 11am on Wednesday 25th April, and the best way to get a reminder of that is to follow @gamecamp on Twitter.

Secondly, two days after that on 14th May I’m talking at Geeky on the subject of ‘Writing a book in a week’. The answer, you may be surprised to hear, does not involve short books, but will tip various hats to Moorcock, Fanthorpe and my one-time writing partner Carl Sargent, before discussing the recent work of the Paige Turner Project (prop. J Wallis) and my so-far untested method for writing a 50,000-word novel in an hour.

Thirdly, the estimable Pandemonium Fiction has just released Pandemonium: Stories of the Smoke, its anthology of Dickens-themed SF/F, set in a wide variety of possible and impossible Londons. Familiar names to watch out for here include Alexis Kennedy the creator of Echo Bazaar, my Black Library colleague Jonathan Green, Rebecca Levene, and myself. Faced with an anthology about Dickens, I naturally wrote a story about Shakespeare. If you need to ask why, you don’t know me very well. But it’s a cracking book and I commend it to you.

Next entry: we will probably speak of riddles.

I’ve not been hacked, no.

I’m taking E, my firstborn, to the theatre in Soho this weekend, and then for lunch afterwards. A few minutes ago I asked Twitter for ideas on places to eat and the suggestions that came back were so good that I thought they were worth compiling and posting somewhere public. Apologies if you could care less.

(Update: and then a bunch of suggestions came in from Facebook, so I felt a comprehensive edit was in order, and I’ve added in the recommendations from the comments and some quotes too, and credit where due, and stuff.)

• Ed’s Easy Diner (12 Moor Street and 19 Rupert Street by the Trocadero): ‘naughty but delicious’ (Hannah Actual Flynn);   ‘the Piccadilly one has booths which are more practical than stools’ (Chris Locke); also recommended by Arran Ross-Paterson
• Yo Sushi (52 Poland Street): ‘conveyor belts and bouncy music’ (Russell Davies)
• Rainforest Cafe (20 Shaftesbury Avenue): ‘you’ll hate it, they’ll love it’ (Chris Locke); ‘fun, but was £15 for a kids meal back in 2009′ (Mac Morrison); also recommended by David Hughes
• Belgo Centraal (50 Earlham Street): ‘our three year old loved Belgo Centraal, mainly because of the staff (in monks habits), who made a fuss of her’ (George Walkley)
• Tokyo Diner (2 Newport Place): ‘an introduction to ace and well priced Japanese food’ (@karohemd); also recommended by Simon Rogers
• Wahaca (80 Wardour Street): ‘My kids loved Wahaca (as do I) but I had to specifically ask for some less spicy dishes for fussy 3-year-old’ (Gary Barker).
• Koya Noodles (49 Frith Street);
• Polpetto (above the French pub, 49 Dean Street);
• Spuntino (61 Rupert Street); and
• Y Ming (35 Greek Street): ‘All four v credible but delightful with kids’  (Iain Smedley). I had a very, very bad date in Y Ming about nine years ago but don’t let that put the rest of you off
• Maison Bertaux (28 Greek Street) ‘if a snack will do’ (Iain Smedley)
• Mildred’s (45 Lexington Street)
• Chipotle (114-116 Charing Cross Road)
• Giraffe (11 Frith Street) ‘if all else fails’ (Russell Davies)

And two that aren’t quite Soho:

• Fortnum and Mason (181 Piccadilly): ‘The ice cream parlor is amazing for kids (and adults)’ (Machum)
• Smollensky’s on the Strand (105 The Strand): ‘has magician going round tables on weekends’ (Mac Morrison)

There was some discussion about the Rainforest Cafe: the kids’ menu is £12.95 and drinks are extra, which is high even for central London. On the other hand it’s a special day and I want a meal that E is going to enjoy, not necessarily the one that’s going to be most nutritious or the best value for money. If she remembers the venue and not the food, that’s still a win.

It’s a great list, with some surprises—who’d have thought that Belgo Centraal had a kids’ menu, much less a £4.95 one? Many thanks to everyone who gave suggestions. I’ll let E decide where we go, and I will report back.

UPDATE:  The theatrical performance of Bagpuss was a triumph. E initially seemed interested by the idea of Yo Sushi, but decided on inspection that the stools were too high and a bit scary. She was very excited by the gift shop at the Rainforest Cafe but just as we were about to go down the tunnel to the restaurant a loud lion’s roar came echoing up and she decided that perhaps this wasn’t the best place for lunch. (E is not normally a timid child, but I think she was a bit overwhelmed by the onslaught of central London on a Saturday afternoon.) We ended up at Ed’s Easy Diner by the Trocadero, which wasn’t spectacular but gave her a very satisfactory hot dog and some things to colour in, and I told her about diners and America, and it was fun. Suggest you beg a table with a juke-box selector; we didn’t and E was fascinated by them. Then we discovered there was a shop a couple of doors up that sold Totoro plushes, and that was the afternoon made.

I’m going to be interviewing Ian Livingstone OBE, the most important man in the British games industry, on stage at Dragonmeet, in Kensington on 26th November.

The talk is likely to be packed out, but if you’ve got any question that you’d like me to put to this legendary figure, then you can send it through to a special email address interview@dragonmeet.co.uk and we’ll add it to the list.

Hope to see you there.

My first experience with Apple came in 1984. Someone in my school had a Mac. It was pretty nifty. I was allowed to wiggle the mouse and watch the cursor move on screen. Ideas for games flooded into my mind. The Mac failed to become any kind of games powerhouse.

1992, I did a postgraduate course in periodical journalism at the London College of Printing (now the LCC). Part of that was a layout module, using some flavour of Mac and the latest release of Quark Xpress, probably 3.0 or 3.1. It crashed quite often and we lost a lot of work. By then I’d been running Ventura Publisher under Gem (an early PC windowing environment, a little clunky but very stable) on my home machine for a couple of years, and it seemed that the extra features of the Mac OS and Quark weren’t worth the trade-off in reliability. I stuck with PCs.

1996, I joined the launch team of Bizarre magazine at John Brown Publishing, a Mac house. I was initially given a PowerMac, which was replaced a few months later with something slightly better after we got ram-raided and had all our hardware nicked. Both machines ran Quark 3.3 and a word-processor from a company that had closed down a couple of years before, and which created files that didn’t import cleanly into Quark. I never understood that. Anyway, both were unstable as hell and fell over a lot—usually Quark would run out of memory and collapse without warning, taking the rest of the system and all unsaved data with it. If it wasn’t that it was the network.

At the time I was running a Windows network in my home (originally under 3.11 for Workgroups, later upgraded to Win95 and later Win98, slinging big publishing files around) using out-of-the-box Dell hardware and keeping it up for days at a time. Even though they tried, the Mac zealots at work were unable to persuade me that I should switch.

In 1999 I went to work for a small magazine company to create Crazynet, a UK sister-title to the French Micro Dingo. I had been promised a full-spec G3 with a big monitor, so imagine my delight on my first day when I found a low-end iMac on my desk. Even with the RAM jacked up to the maximum and every autosave feature turned on, it was a hideously unstable piece of shit that crashed several times a day and cost me literally weeks of lost work. I loathed it with a passion. Also, it had a puck mouse. Awful. I wrote more articles for Crazynet on my Psion 5 than I did on the iMac. The only time that Psion 5 ever lost data was when a waitress at a cafe accidentally poured water over it.

2003, I was senior writer at a film publicity company. The writers’ department was the only part of the company using Macs—round-base iMacs running OSX and, once again, a word-processor that wasn’t made any more and didn’t save to any standard file-formats except RTF. (Is my experience there unique or are there a lot of Mac shops where obsolete, unreliable text editors are mandatory?)  The keyboard was missing at least one character we used quite a lot: I kept one on a sticky on my desktop so I could cut-and-paste it into documents as required. The iMac didn’t fall over as much as the Macs I’d used previously, but it still fell over and needed to be restarted a lot more often than the Toshiba laptop and Dell desktop I had at home. Being OSX-based, complete system failures were rare, but the regular discovery that the word-processor had mysteriously terminated with no warning or autosave brought a warm nostalgia for all my previous experiences with Apple hardware. Warm like heartburn or a short-circuiting power cable.

And that’s the list of all the Apple products I’ve ever used for more than an hour or two, with one exception. In late 2004 I bought my girlfriend an iPod. It was the first big present of our relationship, with a cute engraved message on the back and everything. She still has it and uses it, and with every passing year it acquires more sentimental value, though it has needed to be repaired a couple of times. The last time it failed I took it to the Apple Store. They looked at it in disdain and told me I should throw it away and buy a new one. And that was the moment I decided Apple would not get another penny of my money or waste another minute of my time.

I understand that many of my friends will only buy hardware and operating systems made by Apple. I’m fine with that and do not think less of them for it.

But if I bought all my gear from Sony and wouldn’t shut up about it, you’d think I was a bit weird, right?