I'm a compulsive listmaker. If something isn't worth putting on a list, it's not worth doing – which is just as well, because if it's not on a list I wouldn't remember to do it in any case. I was half-heartedly taught concepts of time-management by my eccentric first boss Nick Hobbs, and as a result my life is ruled by sheets of scrap A4 paper which have been neatly torn into two scrap A5 bits of paper.