I want to visit every country in the world, it is as simple as that. I cannot remember the exact moment that I decided I would aim for and achieve my own global conquest, in a geographical sense; I merely became aware one day that this is something I would do. The rapid and clear …
[ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 11.03.2016] Some of my earliest and fondest memories are of my grandparents’ apartment in Switzerland, and the hive of activity that could be found there on any given evening. As well as the uncles, aunts, cousins and other assorted random distant relatives I would be certain to encounter, there would also be a …
[ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 17.01.2010] PLING I wince and look down at the damp bath towel in my hands to see it shimmering weakly in the artificial bathroom light, this golden hair of mine. Another departed friend, gone, never to return. Although I am still several months shy of being mistaken for an abandoned ostrich egg, the …
[ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 02.07.2008] 3:30am – two gunshots echo. I am lying on the floor of a hotel room, flattening myself against the wall beneath the window in order to offer as small a target as possible to the psychopath shooting at me from a nearby rooftop. There is glass everywhere and I realise distractedly that …
[ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 24.06.2008] I want to write. My hands hover impatiently and my fingers are anxious to type, yet they remain cruelly suspended in mid-air, frozen in a barren wasteland of uncertainty four inches above the black keyboard that is rapidly becoming a symbol of my failure. After a raft of recent ponderings from the …
[ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 27.02.2008 – FIRST EVER BLOG POST] I have always liked my job, but recently I have started to love it… I am currently undoubtedly mistaking this new-found passion as a sign of long-overdue maturity, and my mother certainly interpreted it in that way last weekend as I gushed about how huge an empire …