Glancing down at my permanently cold hands I’m taken aback by the long, icy, rust airbrushed, pale, quivering fingers, they remind me of the spidery things that jump out of the giant eggs in ‘Alien’ before clamping onto some poor victim’s face.

Now the haunting music from that film is swirling around my brain and that’s not a good image to have in my head before I’m due to go to this interview – the unknown ….…. a naive inquisitive victim prey to some violent grotesque beast.

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