There’s nothing more sobering than being asked to write a short bio about yourself for a place where countless luminaries – many of whom you respect hugely and have actually heard of – have contributed. I feel like the Nick Leeson of frauds.
“So, Mr Grant, what have you done with your 32 years of life on this Earth? Have you (checks link) spent 25 years working on behalf of defendants facing the death penalty in the USA? Are you the director of Amnesty International? Ah, you must have been a candidate for Mayor of London, then, that’s it!”
Well, I’ve occasionally… er… written a bit on… um… stuff… and… er…
“No, no, that’s good. Keep going!”
Okay. I’ve written a novel (my mum likes it, she says it’s really good!), and…
“Hmmm. Are you sure that’s it? Perhaps you’re a former editor of the Daily Mail?”
“Well, at least that’s in your favour.”
There’s nothing for it. I’m going to have to hope that no one notices I’m just me.
Or maybe that’s the point.