2012 was the year that everything happened at once, both in London and in my life. It's not really a topic that I imagine anyone would be terribly interested in; the narrative of London's marvellous summer of sport and all things royal has been covered to death on every slow news day from here to... Continue Reading →
How will anyone know?
Like many people my age, I was very sad to hear of Whitney Houston's death. It seems ridiculous being really upset all week about the premature death of someone you never even knew, but the voice is so familiar, and such a long background soundtrack to people's lives, that you can't help feeling like something... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 