Apparently, all you need to do to win a prestigious literary prize these days is grow a Goatee, appear at four lit festivals, be seen carrying a silver topped cane in Bloomsbury cafes and play tennis with Sebastian Faulks. Now, why don't they tell you this on Creative writing courses?
Together with other Northern Publishers we are establishing an annual Ferret Award. Conditions of entry are restricted to those authors who can prove at least four generations of Mill/Coal/Factory based work life. Those who wear linen suits, or whose fathers wore linen suits and went to schools where Tiffin and prep were parts of everday life are disqualified. Off to hew the Ferret from a lump of coal.