2008 has been a remarkable year. Quite unsettling in the amount that has changed, really.

A year ago, I sat in my flat in London, somewhat settled, surrounded by wonderful friends. Sometime over the past twenty-four hours I had got monumentally drunk at Barden’s Boudoir and dancedflailed wildly happily to Soulwax remixes of Klaxons. At some [...]

28 days after moving to San Francisco.

Eight and a half hours in the air takes the edge off the raw emotion of leaving. The mind settles down, you remember that the people back home are going to be fine and you return to your middle point; contemplative but with no bias toward sadness, happiness or otherwise.

I’m looking out the window at [...]

It’s the hardest thing in the world, seeing your mother cry. It’s one of those things that doesn’t happen too often, but when it does, comes as the starkest reminder that what’s going on is a really big deal.

The effort of making this move, from London to San Francisco, is consuming. Especially this week as [...]

Pausing before I move to San Francisco.