Good old misery is where I get my kicks from. It resonates perfectly with my inner self. Bad weather usually serves as a favourite starter followed by a cocktail of overall unfairness, torment and loss. Looking at the endless possibilities of suffering I find it somewhat reassuring to know that it is unlikely ever to become extinct… Shockingly gloom may still lead to a major setback if overdone. Is this the reason why I’m so damned slow?

Finding a creative ‘happy’ middle, as depressing as it sounds, remains my biggest challenge.