I enjoyed being back in the Huddle, although the talk of the publishing industry made me sad. I can't help but wonder what my parents would have said about this latest wave of buy-ups. I still blush at the language my dad used in the 80s during the last big series of mergers. But this morning I found my dad's first job offer from Penguin Books in 1965 and a letter my dad wrote to the Bookseller about Tony Godwin (the man who hired him). I knew all the co-signatories. Giles Gordon was my mum's agent for a while, Dieter and my father left Penguins in the mid-seventies to start their own publishing house (the highly alternative, Wildwood House). Kaye Webb was the head of Puffin Books (and organiser of great children's parties). I was friends with Fred Plaat's twin girls. All of them were frequent visitors to the house. It was a golden age of publishing.