I got ripped off in a movie deal. You don’t want to know. I lived for a year in my car. You do want to know. O.K. It wasn’t a Rolls-Royce. Or one of those campervan numbers either, built-in stove, shower attachment, hot and cold, flip up the table in the back you’ve got yourself a double bed, all the comforts of home. Which I did across Europe in a previous life, France, Germany, everywhere, including when it was still called Yugoslavia, to give you some idea of when, and very nice it all was too, but that’s not the…