
Below are five things I don’t tell people about myself:
1) I’m a lousy driver. I drive in a state of constant road rage. Sitting next to me whilst I’m in rush hour traffic is like sitting next to a sailor on shore leave, suffering from Tourette’s, trying to recite Eminem lyrics.


4) Whenever I’m writing short fiction I have a habit of starting too many sentences in the first draft with the word ‘and’. Obviously these instances of the word ‘and’ get deleted as the second draft is processed but they’re always there at the start, like clumsy thumbprints in moulded plaster.
5) I have a strong desire to learn how to do the Gangnam Style dance. Consideration and respect for my colleagues prevents me from attempting this.