Despite having a fairly vivid imagination, I've never thought of myself as a creative person. A practical and conservative upbringing instilled at a young age not only a strong sense of my place in the world, but more significantly how I was supposed to make my way in it. It also instilled a view of creativity which was confined to "serious" forms of art, music and literature requiring a minimum level of skill or expertise (anything else being at best “creative” in the pejorative sense of the word and dismissed accordingly). My great grandfather was a coal miner. My grandfather was an accountant. While I was free to do as I wanted, the direction of travel and the expectations were clear. Given that I can't sing or dance for toffee, was never much good at any of the musical instruments I tried to play at school, and am so bad at drawing that the idea of playing Pictionary makes me more than a little anxious, creativity was definitely not the stuff that careers were made of, nor did it form the basis of particularly enjoyable pastimes. My mum and granny might have described me rather euphemistically as "sensitive" or "artistic”, but that's as far as it went.