As artists, we combat an omnipresent pressure to conform, or at least do what other people find palatable. And personally, due to my engrained British-ness, I’d rather lop off a finger than be discourteous. It’s a recipe for spectacular over-expenditure and low-key, push down-able rage.

Today was a good day. I’m grateful for Climb The Sky headquarters and my other fortresses of solitude, where my tweediness and creativity go unjudged.