As a child, each time I was asked the hated question: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, I would answer: bed advertiser. I would have great naps in certain warehouses’ beds, tempting customers to buy them. Around this time, my sister wanted to be a ballet dancer, but since she didn’t meet the requirements, she had the idea to send me to ballet school instead. I freaked out, and wouldn’t hear any of it.

Later, in my teenage years my mother had a similar attempt. She would say: “Son, you should do something connected with movement”. I didn’t understand what she meant, but I went to the audition of a musical theatre group with her, where I went to the changing room, changed into tracksuits, then, with the same impetus, back to my everyday clothes, and left.

By the time I was 22, my life became completely meaningless. It was that time that I dropped in to a contemporary dance class. Here, one of the exercises altered my state of consciousness which had a defining effect on my life. Now, after 18 years of professional career, including 10 good years with The Symptoms, I sometimes play with the idea that I should finally sober up…