I don’t know how I can even deign to call myself a real Brit without ever before visiting the British Library. Every book that ever gets published ever gets a place at the British Library. Needless to say; the collection surpasses my understanding of “complete”. I strolled over one day after work and found myself in an exhibition of some of the worlds oldest manuscripts; then most famous manuscripts; then most historical manuscripts. Manuscripts coming out of my ears. It’s an altogether different experience to see the squashed penmanship of geniuses, traitors, anarchists, sovereigns, servants and adventurers. And then to realise that my messy scrawl handwriting is like none of theirs at all.