It was a case of wherever I went, trouble was sure to follow. Or was it more a case of, wherever there’s trouble, I was sure to follow? I was more than ready to believe that I had a sign of epic proportions tattooed to my forehead, and it read – ‘Hi, I’m looking for trouble, please can you help me find it?’ Because to be honest, what else could it possibly be that puts me in positions like this. Was it just fate, dumb luck or plain old bad karma? Not quite sure actually, but whatever it was, I had it, and I had it bad. And because I am Ariel Atkins dammit, there was no way in hell I was letting this go. Not now - not ever!