I keep far too much junk in my workspace.
Lego figures, seashells, odds and ends I pick up off the pavement and novelty pencils galore. This means things are rarely tidy (and procrastination is all too easy), but it has its perks when you’re at a loss for something to write.
‘Pirate Radio’ was, for example, inspired by a small plastic pirate who sits on top of one of my notice boards, and a prolonged session of warbling along to Kate Bush one slow afternoon when I should have been doing paperwork. Not a bad way to happen upon a silly story, even if my invoices were a little late.