Paul

Journalist, I live on a sofa in Islington. Every day my hair gets thinner, my waist gets wider and my northern accent dissipates. I find it difficult to get up in the mornings or sleep at night. I spend my days with paedophiles, murderers, lawyers and thieves. I spend my nights drinking rum and thinking about the future. Soon I'm going to write a book, join a band, get a contract with Liverpool FC, find somewhere to live...