They asked me what my name is I answered that my name is my name given to me by both my parents and written onto a certificate enshrining codifying announcing and celebrating that collection of letters they enquired of me what my address is I said that it is my address a building I chose to live in that I could afford to live in that is in a quiet spot away from an uncertain world's prying beak and eyes they asked me what my telephone number is I replied that it is a series of digits allocated to my name and address by a provider of telecommunications and if you were to try to ring those numbers that I am not sharing with you I may not answer as I may suspect you to be a scammer and it is possible that I would be unable to fully hear you anyway however honest and altruistic your intentions I was asked what was my national insurance number I explained that it is my national insurance number given to me to my Government though I did not request it and don't quite own it but was obliged to accept it curate memorise and recite it parrot fashion on uncomfortable occasions they ask me what I do I tell them that if I am in a car that is travelling at 51 mph then that is what I am doing otherwise I do what I do at any precise moment in my time that's what I do