A very grey year indeed. So grey that I decided in the real depths of depression and anger to go to the nightclub of the man who had cheated me out of my career with the purpose of killing him with a wrist-crossbow. I thought there might be a chance of getting away with it because it would have been a relatively silent operation...

I was deadly serious and so angry that I was prepared to go to jail for life for the act if caught - and at the time, I believed that I would have felt absolutely no remorse at all.

Fortunately, the prod (the bow part of the weapon) snapped at the third test shot and I figured it just wasn't meant to be...