I Had A Very Vivid, Almost Hallucinatory

I Don't Torture Myself. And I Do The Work Because Of The Pleasure Involved. I'm Satisfying A Compulsion I Find Nigh-on Irresistible. It's Not Necessarily Because Of The Work Itself. I Just Feel The Need For A Period Of Regeneration Afterwards. Like Leaving A Field Fallow When You've Grazed Too Much On It. I Feel Depleted.

I Suppose The Place Where I Live Is Fairly Remote, It Would Seem Remote To Some People.

One Of The Great Privileges Of Having Grown Up In A Middle-class Literary English Household, But Having Gone To School In The Front Lines In Southeast London, Was That I Became Half-street-urchin And Half-good-boy At Home. I Knew That Dichotomy Was Possible.

The West Has Always Been The Epicentre Of Possibility. One Of The Ways We Forge Against Mortality Is To Head West. It's To Do With Catching The Sun Before It Slips Behind The Horizon.

England Is Obsessed With Where You Came From, And They Are Determined To Keep You In That Place, Be It In A Drawing Room Or In The Gutter.