You reach a point in your life where you step back and evaluate all the life-skills you have, and work on areas where you find you might be lacking. Then you go out, get drunk and forget all about it. While eating bhuna rolls. Ten years too later, you repeat the exercise. This time you see the matter through and decide to teach yourself those skills, because ugh, who wants to go out, it’s just kids getting drunk and eating bhuna rolls.

One area I felt needed work was the field of organisation and paperwork. Previously I followed a meticulous and complex system of filing called the “throw papers into nearest convenient receptacle” method. But I’m neither rich nor famous, so jail would probably not be fun for me. And so I decided to update all my paperwork the bureaucratic way.