Forget missed chances

When I first stepped off the tube for a job interview in Camden Town over a half a decade ago,  it’d be fair to say that I was less than immediately enamoured to the place . “A vastly unattractive part of London,” I called it. A grubby corner of North London, overcrowded with “punk/goth poseurs…

A Mural in Westbourne Park

Just a quick one today. I recently started a journalism course near Westbourne Park, West London. On my way to class last week, I caught site of this impressive mural on an otherwise wholly unremarkable street. I’ll post something more substantial in the the next week or so. You can now follow my increasingly strange…

Do I feel lucky?

I cannot recall ever visiting a place as covered in graffiti as I encountered while travelling through Athens last week. Barely a single surface in the city has been spared the spray can and while the overwhelming majority of jottings extend to little more than tags, anarchist slogans and profanity, there is without doubt a whole stack talented artists producing street…

Only little people pay tax

It’s been somewhat of an eventful time as of late, culminating in an appointment and discussion with my neurologist about how we would move forward with a treatment plan for my Multiple Sclerosis. When he commended my level headedness through the process so far – from my initial bout with a sixth annular nerve palsy and speculative…