I’ve never had a good New Year’s Eve, and I don’t like birthdays, or any other time when you’re meant to be happy. I’m against the prescription of, say, ‘Ooh, it’s Christmas o’clock. Smile everyone!’ For me, happiness occurs arbitrarily: a moment of eye contact on a bus where all at once you fall in love; or a frozen second in a park where it’s enough that there are trees in the world.