James is a self-confessed deadline junkie. I know I’m bad, but he makes me look like an amateur. The very last night before his final artwork was due at Fremantle Press, he was still up at ungodly o’clock in the wee small hours still tweaking and making last minute changes. At the time I wasn’t as sympathetic as I could have been – I thought the pictures were perfect weeks before, but now, seeing TLV in all it’s printed glory, I have to concede, James, that it was worth every last minute of your tortuous final night. Well done Rembrandt! Everyone who has seen the advance copy has been blown away by your talent.