Adventures of a coward: the trials and tremendousness of going it alone

I unplugged myself from the Matrix in March, quitting my job in a blaze of ignominy.

In my mind’s eye, I was going to spend the next six months draped on a lilo, reinventing myself. I’d be languidly smoking cigarettes and gently sipping cocktails. I even harboured dreams of wearing a bikini.

Then I remembered I had two kids, a hefty mortgage and an obese cat. I began working again ten weeks later.

In a fit of entrepreneurial brilliance, I decided to start a business doing exactly the same thing as I’d done for the last twenty years. To many, this will reek of cowardice and failure. I, however, am an epic post-rationaliser. This chapter will be titled ‘Stumbling on clarity’ in my straight-to-pulp autobiography.