Some people let fear take over their life. Some people are too stupid to be afraid of anything, or maybe they think they picked up the 1up somewhere along the way, and when they step out into traffic they’ll disappear under the wheels only to reappear four feet off the ground, flashing and semi-opaque, ready to try again.

I’m scared of lots of things. I’m scared of plaster of paris, and superglue, and bread dough. Bread dough is more disgusting than scary, though. It sticks to you, pulls on the little hairs on your arm when you don’t wash it all off.

I’m scared of the walk-in oven at work, of how it hasn’t got a handle on the inside. I can’t decide if the no-handle thing is scary because it’s a safety hazard, or because it’s not a safety hazard.

Really, if it’s not a safety hazard, that’s scarier – if you get stuck in the oven, you’re done for.

So I’m fascinated by it. When I get to the bakery at 3 am, I’m scared of myself, the compulsion to slip in and close the door…