Maybe I think about things too much, but everything that happens to me I do feel is deliberate. And that’s been the same since I was a child. If something happened in Infants’ School I’d be convinced everybody was against me. Which is self-obsession, because the world does not revolve around you. People don’t give a fuck. People don’t do things because it’s you. When I’m driving in my car and traffic lights turn red, I think it’s because I’m in the car. I feel persecuted. I feel that if anybody else had been in the car, they’d have gone through