Where’s the book then?

July 2025

“Miles, you sexy liar! You said that Kidnap to the Future, the much-anticipated* follow-up to the international** smash hit*** Dad to the Future would be coming Summer 2025! Where the fuck is it then?

PS. You still owe me fifty quid.”

So reads most of the correspondence I’m currently fighting off to bring you that very book.

Well, in answer, it’s late, isn’t it? My fault for promising Summer and not just a broader ‘next year’, which would have afforded me a precious few extra months to write more dick jokes.

Also - and this isn’t really a valid excuse, but might as well mention it - I’ve been writing a few magazine articles for Anthem Publishing. A 28 Days Later and The Last of Us Special, both out now. Plus I’ve just submitted several features for a magazine out later this year centred around an extremely successful Netflix show. (You know the one, it’s set in the same era as my book.)

But now I’ve finally done that, there’s no excuse not to carry on the time-travelling shenanigans of Bill, James, Susan, et al. Kidnap to the Future. Coming, erm, soon. Ish.

And I’ll get you that fifty quid, ok? (Can someone lend me fifty quid please?)

*well, I’m looking forward to it

**a few copies have been spotted in the United States

***tens of dozens, ok?