The first time I heard Bob Dylan I remember thinking, 'Wow, you don't have to sing, play or write good lyrics to succeed in music: you just need to learn how to mesmerise really thick, greedy hippies'. It was an inspirational moment: I became a social psychologist and studied the art of confusing sheep. Eventually, though I could not play a single instrument, I began selling buckets of records and even winning awards for my pseudoprofundity. Thick, greedy hippies comprise about 90% of the baby boomer generation, and about 80% of their children, so even now I am not short of dupes. Thank you, Bob - and thank you, too, Satan.