L A. Nolan is claustrophobic, suffers from a mild case of trypophobia, and is deathly afraid of witches. He is also fairly adept at writing fiction. Nolan named his beagle Sweeney Todd and believes dogs are better than cats, Coke is better than Pepsi, and The Beatles are better than The Rolling Stones. His motorcycles, Wilhelmina and Elvira, live with him in Bombay, and Sweeney often cocks a leg to them during his afternoon walk, sprinkling them with his unconcealed jealousy. Nolan's wife, without whom he would surely never finish anything, rewards the completion of his new manuscripts by criticising the plot, rolling her eyes at his atrocious spelling, and then studiously proofreading them. Sometimes she will bake him sugar cookies.