I’ve always disliked school. I quickly became a master at avoiding classes with the exception of those attended by girls I liked and subjects I enjoyed. In any case, I received spectacularly bad grades and in the end I admitted defeat, dropped out and became a musician. A few years later, (through divine intervention or cosmic irony, depending how you look at it) I was admitted to the University of Oxford, where I studied philosophy. After I discovered that nobody wanted to pay me for thinking, I took a job at Harley-Davidson. Flushed with funds and bored with motorbikes, I set out on a glamorous new career as a film producer in America. There, I produced some spectacularly unsuccessful f.