Category: Random
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: years come in waves. Some high, some low, and some extremely rocky waters. This year has been a high, for so many reasons that I’ve unfathomably decided to do what I don’t usually: bear a little more soul for others to …
Almost a year ago to the day, I went speed dating at A Game of Two Halves in Bar Kick, Shoreditch, for no other reason than it sounded like a decent night out. With the night about to kick off again for a new season (too many football puns in that …
It must come as little surprise to anyone who’s seen any of the following that Jeremy Dyson, writer of Roald Dahl’s Twisted Tales at the Lyric and The League of Gentlemen, also co-wrote the West End thriller Ghost Stories (which also began life at the Lyric). His writing partner? Andy …
March is birthday month (yes, I get the whole month), which explains my lack of posts on the old blog front recently. All I can say is I’ve been rather busy celebrating with others / being celebrated.
I seem to be at least a fortnight behind with my recent blogging. All I can say is that unprecedented distractions (in a variety of guises – work, play and otherwise) have resulted in minimal writing time.
I’m in two minds about tattoos. On the one hand, they’re art. And I make it a habit to love all art (or at least try to). On the other, they’re a permanent fixture in a world of perpetual change. And as we all know (it’s been ingrained in us …
Due to popular demand, I have decided to reveal my time-honoured secret recipe to my Asian-Mexican veggie spicy dish, designed for people who hate tradition. Stop the press.
When it comes to food, I like to think I’m fairly adventurous. I cook in a slapdash ‘throw-it-all-in-and-see-what-happens’ kind of way, and am fairly indiscriminate about my ingredients (if they look like they’ll go together, they probably will). I love strong, contrasting flavours – sweet, hot, sour – all fused together …
In my industry, it’s very easy to feel like you’re in disguise. I have unlikely aliases, pen names and have done my fair share of ghost writing. Nobody sees a writer when they read their words. That’s why I find a blank piece of paper such a liberating space – …
My commute home is generally spent trying to ignore other commuters. I adopt a comatose and defensive stance: arms folded, massive earphones blocking out the sound, eyes happily closed. If someone nudges me, I nudge them back. You have to be very territorial on the Underground.
