Every second day, I see this dashing old guy in one of the sofas of the Grand Pac hotel lobby scratching stuff into a thick notebook that looks more like a ledger with graph paper lines, this morning he looked up as I was coming out, so I asked him what his new book was about, we've never met, but he just has that writer's vibe to him.

He said he was not a writer, but a retired biologist. I asked him what he was writing then, or drawing, it was full of little doodles, he said he wasn't writing, he's keeping busy trying to crack some old ideas he's had during his time working at the university and I so I asked something like "Don't you need a microsope or a computer or something", he said that no, paper is fine.