So, without further ado:
Laurence has organised free music festivals, played didgeridoo for Rolf Harris, levitated in public, ridden a pre-war tandem around the leafy lanes of Bedfordshire and undertaken palm readings for money. He has worked in Australia, America, Holland, Germany, Austria, Switzerland and France, and loafed about in Canada.
He can program a computer, choose the perfect time, throw a boomerang (and catch it), make coins appear from small children's ears, recite the poems of Milligan and cast a horoscope. He was on the internet when it consisted of two computers tied together with string and as a result was almost certainly emailing, blogging, twittering and facebooking before you.
Playing the guitar, memorising the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, learning Japanese, climbing to the top of St Paul's Cathedral, finishing Gravity's Rainbow and understanding Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance are all things he has failed at. There's still time, though.
None of these things have made him a better writer. That simply comes with practice.
