I was born on the 23rd of July 1968. I don't have any more information about that event, except that my mother always said: “Never again” First Memories: buried somewhere is a memory I have had, but one which has not lately returned, of a flat over a butcher's shop on Cockington Road in Bilborough, Nottingham. I just remember being carried up the stairs in a cot. I moved back to a house just around the corner from Cockington Road's butcher shop in Stotfield Road when I was five years old, after a few years in some flats on Old Coach Road in Wollaton. Memory has never served me too well. How do you write the story of your life? I have no idea. Chapter One I don't have specific memories. I'd love to begin with: 'it was a warm sunny morning and my father was up early....etc.', but i don't have any recollection of such details... I am beginnng this story with a profound sense of vagueness and maybe even disinterest. So if it ever gets published – I'll be more surprised than you.