Twenty years ago I lived in London for three years (man, you know you’re getting ‘propa old’ when your stories start with ‘twenty years ago’…). Despite the big city’s stubborn indifference to common courtesy, good[…]
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Twenty years ago I lived in London for three years (man, you know you’re getting ‘propa old’ when your stories start with ‘twenty years ago’…). Despite the big city’s stubborn indifference to common courtesy, good[…]
During the course of any conversation with me you can expect to hear the sentence ‘I once read that…’ at least three times. If I’m reading a particularly interesting book this may increase to somewhere[…]
“Look at you, you have to make it perfect.” This was an accusation that I regularly faced from my best friend growing up, and for a long time I really didn’t get it. My abiding[…]