I couldn’t let the end of the month pass without a little update. I’ve been hard at work on my new novel, which I finished a first draft of last week. It’s in the same universe as The Counterfeiter but has a mad energy to it that I have really enjoyed. I needed the time…

Last week I was fortunate enough to visit the Tate Modern again for Yayoi Kusama’s extended exhibition – Infinity Mirror Rooms. Say what you want about modern art, when it hits, it really hits. While I could wax lyrical about some of the other exhibits in the museum, which may or may not be to…

I spend a lot of my time thinking about food. Specifically daydreaming about the eventual conversation I’ll have with Ed Gamble and James Acaster when I find my way onto their podcast, Off Menu. For those who are unfamiliar, Ed and James sit down with actors, comedians and the occasional national treasure to run through…

It’s with a heavy heart that I drive out to the desert and bury another character there. Four graves. each made of stone and etched perfectly with the names of the characters I’ve dragged out the back of a pick-up and dumped in the ground, along with their costumes – Tim Ropp (Bell Hop), John…

At the weekend, I was lucky enough to meet E’s old work friend and mentor for brunch. I could write an entire post about the eggs that they serve at Alchemy in Leigh-on-Sea but maybe that’s something for me to sit and think on a little longer. It was great to hear of their misadventures…

My grandma had a recipe for cheesecake that was unrivalled… until I went to Juniors in New York and considered my options. The below is an approximation of that recipe, taken from handwritten notes and with a little help from the Internet. Ingredients: Crust:– 100g melted butter– 160g digestives, smashed– 1 tbsp golden caster sugarFilling:–…

There’s nothing quite like the discovery of something in London that you have never been exposed to before. These things can happen quite by chance, by stumbling across something wonderful and realising you’ve missed it each time your train has floated right by or right under the spot. Nowhere is that more relevant than on…

Woke up feeling like someone had pumped my stomach full of rich food and booze and used my lungs to smoke twenty cigarettes. There was a clear reason for this. It was our third and final day in Paris and exactly that had happened. Unfortunately, it was time to check out and walk to the…

Woke up with a wine hangover but no alarm. A blessing and a curse. Those of you in the know are aware that a wine hangover is up there amongst the worst of them. To clear our heads, we went for a run around le Jardin du Luxembourg. It helped but the coffin-sized shower cubicle…