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 […]