Good stories are constructed, not found.
Reading 'The Last Days of Magic' is like playing a well-constructed video game.
The 'I' character in journalism is almost pure invention.
I don't understand 'The Only Way Is Essex' and 'Made in Chelsea': the way they pretend there's no camera. I cannot fathom the attraction.
The conspiracies that I've researched and encountered, they seem to happen very ad hoc: they become conspiracies when it's necessary to have a conspiracy.
I don't have a great respect for reality or getting the 'facts' as a means of putting together a story.
The past is open to all sorts of magical possibilities because it can't be verified. It's as we make it, so it seems to be entirely free. It seems to be completely up for grabs. But of course it's not.
I'd like to make something about someone who hasn't existed so that I don't have to tread so carefully and can feel a little bit more creative freedom.
