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It's early evening and I’m sat in The House Of Lords at The Palace of Westminster for dinner in The Cholmondeley Room. The Journalist and I  are here by invite of Baroness Lola Young of Hornsey to honour Read more [...]

My blog has moved. Fasthosts to WordPress. It’s easier to handle. Easier to use. But hundreds of past posts  look like free verse poems. For some/ reason the transition/ has left all the line/ breaks Read more [...]

I’m in the central London studio of  A.Sauvage to meet the man.   If you haven’t discovered A.Sauvage  let me   introduce you.  He’s of Ghanain heritage, he's an ex England  basketball Read more [...]

There’s nothing like a morning cycle  from Clapton Pond through Bethnal Green for Eggs Benedict and cappuccino in the sunshine of the roof terrace at Shoreditch House.  Executive producer Nikki parent Read more [...]

I’m in  Kings Cross meeting The Journalist at 8am. She’s back from New York fashion week and straight into London Fashion week and then at 10am I meet musician and Jazz impresario  Gary Crosby. We Read more [...]

"What's a monoglot" you ask. "I am a monoglot. Most people I know are not." I say "So what are they if not?" you ask. "They are polyglots that's what" I say. "Lemn means why." I say. "What?" you Read more [...]

It's stopped raining. She can barely speak. There is a hole in her neck and attached to it a screw top like the top of a coca cola bottle. She's fifteen. She's from a part of the world where the citizens Read more [...]

On digital diarrhea. If my email address is included in a rambling list of people who, it’s been determined, may have some interest in the progression, or in more cases the depression, of the Read more [...]

I am on a drivers awareness course in Brighton .It’s brilliant. I got up at 5am and I’m here in Sussex at 8am being taught how to drive and also, it seems, how to live. it’s all going a bit Buddhist. Read more [...]