It's an effort of will, losing weight. A long, hard slog to fit back into the clothes I loved, to achieve the ability to run without breathlessness, to make the world see me as more than some big, jolly bloke who hides behind an even bigger laugh.

Paper everywhere. All the old, dusty and often deeply embarrassing effluvia of a life spent attempting to make words work spread out on the floor in neat, and thus unrecognisable, piles.