In Many Ways, Not Fitting In Has

One Saturday In 1984, I Walked Into My First Aa Meeting. I Went Regularly For Six Years And Only Stopped When I Came To Realize My Underlying Problem Was Not Genuine Alcoholism, But Depression.

My Character, Rick Spleen, Is A What-if Version Of Me, Really, Where Nothing Did Quite Turn Out Right And Everything Else Is Still Around The Corner.

And People Are Intrigued If I Really Am As Grumpy In Real Life. People Feel A Bit Let Down If I'm Laughing Or Smiling.

I Hate People Who Think It's Clever To Take Drugs... Like Custom Officers.

I Think It Is More A Cautiousness That Protects Me From Enthusiasm About Things. I Tend Not To Get Excited. People Perceive It As A Scowl, Which Is Fair Enough.