I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I'd rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.
I had this funny family. At one end, they were breeding dogs in south-east London - for greyhound racing - and at the other, my uncle was living in Downing Street. And I would actually go to Downing Street, which didn't strike me as funny. I'd get on the number 15 bus.
Time is the enemy of identity
