I usually carry a small notebook everywhere I go, almost always black. It’s one of the best tools I have, and prior to this blog, was one of the few artifacts that served as a memoir for my life. The last few days I have been in a rush to work, and ended up leaving…

Last night my flight to Barcelona was an absolute mess up, and I ended up landing at 2AM in the morning. Ryan Air, eh. This post isn’t a rant though. Instead it is a reflection on one of my favourite stories, the old man and the horse. It goes like this: There’s an old parable…

I was at The Shakespeare’s Head in Holborn when I found out. A typical Wetherspoon, with over lit rooms and underpriced drinks, my friend and I were talking rot when the news came through. We weren’t the only one. The shot echoed around the round; and regardless of whether you subscribed to the Daily Socialist…

This afternoon was spent BBQing in a park in London. If you haven’t done THAT before, fix it before you roll off this mortal coil. It was with two friends, one very old, one newish. That isn’t the main story though; the thing that will crack you up is our classic. It took 1 hour…

I met one today, but probably not one you recognize. Joe Cooke is the owner and head chef of F Cooke, one of the last proper cockney restaurants in the East End. His family’s business have been around since the 19th century, and he is part of a dying breed. His menu is limited. Only…

That was yesterday. From the moment I woke up, it was a selection of highlights. It began at the US Fortress Embassy in Nine Elms, where I finally secured my new US Visa. For those who haven’t danced this dance, it is burdensome, expensive, and beaurocratic. Fortunately, the interview phase is very quick, and the…