People don’t tend to employ me. I’m the wrong personality type. Or rather, people do tend to employ me for a short time and then they sack me. A film broker once told me, as she terminated my contract, that I have a misleading sort of face. “You’re pretty”, she complained. “Your features are symmetrical and there was an article in Grazia that says human beings are programmed to find those with symmetrical features more pleasing to they eye. So this isn’t my fault, I was simply responding to a biological imperative. You’ve even teeth, so when you smile, you look…sweet, I suppose. But you’re not, are you?””I hope not,” I said.”You see, there you go again. You’re a smart-arse and you’ve no ability to filter your thoughts—“”And my thoughts are often abrasive.””Exactly.””I’ll just get my brushes and sponges and leave.””If you would.