Invention isn't some impenetrable brand of magic; anyone can have a go.

The notion that inventors are anorak-wearing crackpots with glasses held together with Sellotape is beguiling but wrong.

The key to success is to risk thinking unconventional thoughts. Convention is the enemy of progress.

I was on automatic pilot; ideas for gadgets kept coming, fed by a force of energy flowing through me and around me.

As long as you've got slightly more perception than the average wrapped loaf, you could invent something.

I'd work eighteen-hour stretches and fall asleep in my clothes. Then I'd wake up in the middle of the night, brew a pot of tea, and start work again. I was tired, but work had become pure enjoyment.

That was the Alka-Seltzer moment, the moment when the tablet hits the water and begins to fizz.