SK: If a detective looked at your browser tabs right now, would they arrest you, call an exorcist, or buy you a weighted blanket? HL: They would jot my name down in their jotter and leak it to the press for a quiet day when gossip about a deviant and war mongering ‘division k’  celebrity might make it on to the Mail On Sunday Dairy page. He would charge £25.00 When you’re stuck on a scene, grappling for a metaphorical weapon, do you precision-strike like a sniper, or spray and pray like Trump? I look at past notes I made for teaching comedy novel writing…