For all you know I could be working for the North Korean government. But it’s unlikely since that would mean me having to smile all the time in the hope of briefly delaying my own brutal, yet oddly whimsical execution at the hands of the beloved leader. No, it’s much more likely that I’m a bitter, cynical man drifting aimlessly through my middle ages with vague hopes of making a living from writing but failing through inertia and confusion. What I write about is usually what I think about. I’m very lucky indeed to be married.