What is missing from many people's lives is a sense of completion, and the celebration of completion. I've worked all my life on creative projects that at some point are 'finished'. The blood sweat and tears are there in the end product - there is a positive, visible result to creative effort. It is an enormous satisfaction and one I've always felt privileged to enjoy.

Of course it's not confined to the 'creative industries': I was driving round Helsinki with a builder once and he was proud to point out all the building projects he'd worked on - and he was a plasterer. There are lots of examples of the pride that people have in what they do, but for many also there is no end result, no completion, no celebration. The job goes on from year to year, and there is little sense of progress or achievement - little sense of "I helped do that". There is little 'dignity' in doing such work without end.

The frustrations of playing computer games come from a computer's indefatigability - it never ends, it never gives up: it's you against the machine, and, ultimately, you are going to lose.

You can't be me, I'm taken