Will these PRs stop at nothing?
Fortunately, our books editor is not one to take fright, preferring to balance the spiders festively on her riot of auburn curls.
But she is still recovering from a summons a few years back to the TES reception, where she was greeted by a publicist dressed up in a white coat, sporting a flesh-coloured balloon and fake blood and holding a drip. Our literary lady, who was shortly to face an operation, entirely lost her composure and fled the scene.
And no, she can't remember what the book was.