The first time I can remember meeting creativity, was during my time at nursery. I was sitting on a stained yellow carpet drawing two legged sheep with chunky wax crayons, when he stormed through the door, grabbed my wrist and started to add the additional legs. He’s hung around since messing up my flat with his strange thoughts, hogging the remote control, drinking all my cans just waiting for me to fall asleep so he can crawl inside my head. I dream in colour, they are always very surreal and I look forward to them every night.

I enjoy thinking, laughing, reading, potting snooker balls, bursting egg yokes with chips, the introduction to ‘Across the Universe’ and the sound of scissors. I dislike cold mornings, blisters and when dreams go in slow motion.