I remember one time about 1971, me and a group of other boys were scrumping a local orchard. The owner saw us stealing his apples and gave chase. We ran like the wind, terrified but thrilled, down one street, up another, but we couldn't shake him off. As we approached the next T-junction the boy at the front, whom we were all following, turned right and so did we, but as we did I noticed one of our group instead turned left, stopped running and just sauntered away. Of course he wasn't even registered by our pursuer who continued to give us chase, eventually catching us and calling the police. Afterwards I was full of admiration for that boy's ability to just sever himself from the safety and support of the group – the stupid herd – and save his own skin. I think that was the moment I realised that thinking outside the box, against the trend, is always a good idea.