We met in the airport and you droned on about typing like the relentless little spamming entrepreneuse that you are. Didn't you see my hands? Do you really think typing is for the likes of me? I cut all of my letters out of newspapers and glue them down with blood and semen. Earning a few extra pounds from working at home would be a distraction from my real interests. I can grip scissors, knives, rocks, I can carve manifestoes in flesh - your offer is unwelcome.