I had this card from a friend of mine in Australia, Colin Steele. He used to work at the Bodleian. This is a card that contains a quotation by Mark Twain, and Mark Twain says, 'It isn't so astonishing, the number of things that I can remember as the number of things that I can remember that aren't so'. There's a caution for you. But, I believe that everything I've told you so far is as I remember it, because it's tattooed on my arm, as it were.
Did I want to be a writer? Did I know what it was like to be a writer? Well, I mean, I carried on writing… I carried on writing, even in the army, it's true. I wrote, I wrote an erotic detective novel. Actually it was a very short novel, called Her Dear Dead Body... and I lent it to some bastard who never returned it.
So that I was writing then, but it was just something that I did, and when I was in Sumatra, I had a lot of free time there. And so I started a Section magazine, called – a very plebeian name – The Glad Rag. And I used to write things for that.
But did I... what did I think about the future? Well, one thing I thought about the future was this: that I would stay in the Far East, because I met a wonderful Chinese girl, and... sorry, there seem to be a lot of women in this, but, in fact, it wasn't so.