At last, I have been recognised as one of the world’s greatest living geniuses. (Joint number 83 with, among others, the best living British film-maker, Ken Russell.)
Perhaps you can print this photograph out and glance at it whenever you need inspiration. In it, I can be seen thinking about something important.
I notice in the Guardian, poor jealous Marcel Berlins describes the list as “barking mad”. I suppose he’s annoyed at his poor position on the list…oh, my mistake! He’s not on the list at all! That’s because it’s a list that only geniuses are allowed on. Geniuses like me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get to work. I’d explain what I’m doing, but you wouldn’t understand. Unless you’re Osama Bin Laden or Dolly Parton.
(Thanks to everyone who pointed this out.)