Once upon a time some kind folks were stupid enough to let me move type and photo’s around a page for a living. I used to also play repetitive disco music to drunk people on an evening, some of which they liked, some of which they didn’t. Luckily I used to have big black men to protect me if they really didn’t like the music. I used to like playing music more than the ‘selling your soul’ - sorry, ‘selling ideas’ - way of earning money.

I also used to like sliding down mountains when they were covered in white stuff, usually whilst wearing obscenely baggy ‘pants’. What I didn’t like was being told in July of 2009 that I had terminal lung cancer. Now I like writing about my walks with my dog, the things I see and maybe the odd bit of trying to get stuff off my chest.