I was a little boy. I used to draw. I'd draw birds. My pictures were on the wall above the mantelpiece. At school the teacher would give me a new set of coloured pencils to try out with one of my drawings. As a teenager I had the best art teacher you could imagine. Instead of helping the less-able pupils - those who couldn't draw for toffee, he would make them pose for me so I could do figure drawing for an hour and a half each lesson. I used to sit in my bedroom at home for days on end, listening to the White Album at full volume, (even Revolution No. 9!!), and draw, and draw and draw. I then became a printer. Then a photographer. Then a poet, a punk performance poet. Then a printer again. Then a graphic designer. Then a web designer. Then a sculptor and painter. Then a photographer again. Then, a draughtsman once again.