It seemed suddenly that the years were passing, and I was peering out from behind the bedroom curtains. It was the kind of quite dangerous isolation that was totally unhealthy. It was like a volunteered redundancy, in a way. Most of the teenagers that surrounded me, and the things that pleased them and interested them, well, they bored me stiff. It was like saying, ‘Yes, I see that this is what all teenagers are supposed to do, but I don’t want any part of this kind of drudgery’.