James Mason should really be doing something else. He had the looks. He had the talent. What he lacked in vigour he made up for in chutzpah. What he lacked in chutzpah he made up for by using a thesaurus.
In incredibly small and superficial ways, he’s been a poet, comedian, editor, copywriter and lover.
If he has a code he lives by it is this:
If you can’t write about yourself in the third person, who can you write about in the third person? Other than a third person.
Okay, not so much a code as a serving suggestion.