All right! I admit it. I have a temper. A volcanic, over-the-top, soap-opera-overacting-style temper.

As a grown up, I like to think I keep it reasonably in check most of the time. (Expect a stern letter from my girlfriend in the next issue demanding a correction.) I did once consider anger management, but just seeing the word ‘management’ got me feeling fierier than Ed Sheeran’s sunburn.