TranscriptI remember being sat on the floor, a lot of the times I had my legs in frog plaster when I was a child to sort out a dislocated hip. And my Nana had this giant bauble on the Christmas tree, and somebody had bought me a cannon that fired little rubber – wooden shells. And I pressed this button and this shell shot across the room, smashed my Nana’s favourite glass bauble, and I just remember her being quite upset about it. But that was about my earliest memory that I can think of, I think. Destructive from the beginning, you see.