 Where do ideas come from, that's what  everyone wants to know, including me. The closest I've come to figuring it out is this. I reckon we all have a rotary compost bin in our head. All our life's experiences – all the people we know, all the places we've been, all the books we've read, all the ants we've trained to juggle jelly babies, everything goes into the bin and mulches down into something rich and pongy and fertile. Our imagination sows seeds and ideas spring up in that compost between our ears. How do we get our imagination to sow the seeds? Lots of different ways. I daydream. |
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What people have to use to get my attention when I'm reading. Books are my hobby as well as my job. I loved reading so much at school that each year when it was time for the school photo I'd press down hard on the book I was in the middle of so it wouldn't fly away while I had my eyes off it. |
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  One of my favourite trees. I like trees a lot, specially forests. I like them almost as much as mountains, oysters, jazz, red wine and stationery. My idea of a top day would be listening to Van Morrison in a forest halfway up a mountain with a glass of red wine in one hand and a plate of oysters in the other and 5,000 paper clips in my rucksack. |
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