...And what to say of myself? In the part where you sell yourself like a second hand car and convince those that have never heard that you are the coolest or that you have reinvented the wheel and the like... I'll save the fake spiel and pretense, divert from the formula of "say this and everyone will think you're the man". Truth be told I had a million and one ideas floating round in my mind, the sort of thing that would drive someone crazy if you did nothing about it and beavered away at the 9-5 like a mouse on a wheel. And so you get to looking out of the factory or the office window and in trying to make sense of it the words just come. Tunes get written and ideas typed in outboxes and scrawled on the back of bus tickets until they're given form and become songs.