In reality, I normally spend my days on my private terrace overlooking Montego Bay, sipping a cold Red Stripe and enjoying exotic sushi.
But I want you to believe that I work hard, slaving over a hot keyboard in the wilds of Kyrgyzstan, surrounded by the works of authors more successful than me. So I’ve had this picture photoshopped.
If only it was worth 1000 words, I could relax and have another beer…
