First impressions of people are rarely wrong.
Looking for common sense in any of the decision making happening in British politics is a futile exercise.
I have a short attention span and even shorter patience tether.
Being subjected to shit food, shit hotels and shitty flights is offensive when you have to travel for business.
The critical urgency to curb plastic usage is upon us.
I work with an impressive group of people who I love and respect (give or take a few exceptions)…
There’s no substitute for reading good fiction.
My whole being is crying out with the need to do something creative. To build something. To make something.
Call me anything you want. I really don’t give a damn.
Still none of this is real.