I'd have known those mutton chops anywhere. What a bit of luck, sitting next to the great man himself and no chance for him to escape. I plumped myself down heavily into my seat, causing a small tremor. He glanced up from his crossword puzzle.
"Hi Evil," I said. "I'm your biggest fan."
"Robin! You look so much older in the flesh."
I shook my head. "It's fairyhedgehog."
He peered at the puzzle on his lap. "No, that doesn't fit.'"
"My name. It's fairyhedgehog," I said. "Well, not really of course, although it depends how you define reality and I always use that name online-"
"Add some vampires and weredingoes," he said.
I realised he was talking in his sleep and accidentally elbowed him in the ribs.
"I always read your blog," I said.
"Mphghm," he said and pulled a manuscript from his hand luggage.
"Hey! You don't want that one." I proffered my masterpiece. It was a bit dogeared and there was a tea stain on the front. I didn't think this was the copy the cat was sick on but I couldn't be sure. Still, good writing trumps all, eh?
"I don't work on planes," he said
"Then what's that you've got there?"
"Letter from my sister-in-law."
"She writes a bloody long letter."
He cleared his throat and put it away.
"Now, I was telling you all about my online name and I'd barely got started-"
Evil Editor's face took on a pained expression. "I need to go," he said.
He almost ran along the aisle to the toilets and didn't emerge again until the captain told everyone to strap in for landing.
That's just my luck. The one chance I get to make an impression on Evil Editor and he goes and gets air sick on me.