Remember that scene in Kenneth Branagh’s “A Midwinter's Tale” when the characters start listing what makes life worthwhile? “Brief Encounter”, says one. “Thinking of my son being happy”, says another. “Oh s**t. Do we all have to do one?” says Carnforth.
One of my uncles calls me, “Kim the Intrepid”. Adventures include an African revolution, questioning by the KGB/FSB and being guest of honour at a Turkmen wedding. What else would I want to do but write?