I am one of those English graduates who don't know what to do with themselves and so focus for a bit on trying to make a living by writing. After several years of thinking about producing a novel I'll give up in my late 20's and, full of bitterness and resentment, resign myself to a life of answering literature questions at pub quizzes and wishing I'd studied something vocational at university. I will have too many pets and die alone. I will drink too much.