In the pub, my friends asked me the questions I should be answering in this article. Didn’t I want to be involved? Wasn’t I worried what they might do to the book? Were there bits of mine I’d instructed them not to touch and if they touched my bits, would I mind? The answers to which are, no, no, no and no. Why shouldn’t my bits be touched, and often? I have needs too â€” just like anybody. Besides, by this point I had come to realize that my “White Teeth” was about a hundred pages too long and suffered from a calamitous ending, dragging at the rear like all unnecessary tails….