A SHARP MIND IN A BLUNT BODY
WHEN I was primary-school young, I was a subscriber to the King Arthur legend. Most princes were shiny and good people. They rescued damsels, slew dragons and generally upheld a whole bunch of noble ideals about chivalry.
Fortunately, these illusions blew themselves away in my teens, when I discovered the Rolling Stones, girls who weren’t damsels, and motorcycles. The only Prince I was interested in back then was the Vincent Black Prince, a motorcycle I had as.
