You dress like a Tamil a Sinhalese says to me. Mad.I wear a brown poncho, nail collar, the street shouts Mad!A life apart at school, alcohol bottles flying at home.Mum unconscious on the floor, trip to Paris. Mad.A philosophy degree of Anglo-Saxon logic stampson existential angst and large-print Mills & Boon. Mad.Four hundred skinheads shouting at me You’re shit!at a comedy gig, me saying I’m brown, not smelly! Mad.