Hangovers pass.

I was driving through central London at the weekend with a rip-roaring hangover when I noticed people were staring at me because there was a mysterious ticking noise under my bonnet. I pulled over in Bermondsey and got covered in an unholy amount of oil before discovering that my fan belt had split and was […]

Copenhagen.

Copenhagen wasn’t at the top of my list of cities to visit, but when flights from the airport ten minutes from my flat came up for £18.00 return, it was suddenly promoted. This weekend, Jaz, Ross, Jess and I took on the city of pastries, Hans Christian Andersen and fancy dinnerware. Jaz and I stayed […]

On Brothers

I feel distant from my brothers. That distance is approximately six miles and sixteen and a half miles respectively, assuming they are at home. I would like to think that I’m a good older brother. The only place I fall down is that I probably look younger than either of them. I did my fair […]

A $250 cookie recipe.

This week I was let in on the secret of the legend of the $250 Neiman Marcus Cookie. The story goes that a woman was so impressed with a cookie she had in the cafe of the American department store in Dallas that she asked if it would be possible to purchase it. She was […]

Iowa

Three years ago, I was enduring work when the new American guy on our team, Darren, asked if I would go for a pint and talk about writing. I am always up for conversations about writing but I couldn’t work out what he actually wanted. I was suspicious of his motives. It turned out he […]

Drunk And Out in London and Paris (and then London again)

They say that the definition of insanity is repeating the same steps and expecting a different result. Eight years ago I took an overnight coach to Paris with my friend Lucy. The fallout from that horrific journey meant we didn’t speak to each other for several months. We are fine now. Knowing how much that […]

Daring

Today I celebrate three months at my new job. I don’t often mention what I do for work because it removes the veneer that I write for a living. Very few people are afforded that luxury/burden. Like everyone else I work a job and get a wage and spend too much on payday weekend and […]