Where we come from, there’s a natural melancholy in the air. Everybody, ever since you could comprehend it, felt pretty much defeated. You’ve got the ruins of heavy industry all around you, you see your parents’ generation all out of work, nothing to do, being forced into the indignity of going on courses of relevance. Like a 50-year-old miner, worked in a pit all his life, there’s not much joy for him to go and learn how to type. It’s just pointless. And that is all around us, ever since we were born.