After scraping an English degree at Leeds University (2:2, the ‘gentleman’s degree’) and having a string of jobs from lorry driver via selling radio pagers to flogging newspaper advertising, I concuded I was more or less unemployable by the age of 29. So I thought I’d make sure of it by becoming a journalist and plumped for the affordable (cheap) and efficient (short) post-grad course at what was then the London College of Printing at Back Hill in Farringdon, behind the old Guardian offices. Here are a few samples of my work over the past 20 years. There is no rhyme or reason to the selection, other than they are what came up when I went into my massively overloaded inbox and searched for “PDF”…