As a precocious teen I dreamed of being Graham Greene. Well, as it turned out, I never wrote a great novel, sadly, and I never converted to Catholicism, happily, but I did do one thing he did. That is, in middle age I moved to a seaside town and got into a right barney with the local powers-that-be.

Made in Brighton: From the Grand to the Gutter: Modern Britain as Seen from Beside the Sea (ed. Virgin Books Limited, 2007)