The other day I got a message from one of my friends from Chelters, Ogilvy. You remember him don't you? He's the one who's ridiculously unlucky in love. We write ourselves letters, and I put them on the blog. I know it's a little bit exploitative but he doesn't mind, so I don't feel too bad about...

One of the questions you must answer when you do what I do is why now. Why not yesterday, why not the other day, why not three days ago... I could go on but I won't because you get the picture, or I hope you get the picture. I don't talk to that many people these days. It's a little bit scary because...

Stop. Space. Return. I like that line. I'm not quite sure why, but I do. There are some lines that work like; get cape, wear cape, fly.  Get cape, wear cape, fly.  That's all I need to do really. Yeah. What I've got to do is only a little bit different.  Find topic. Think...

Two times in one day! I can't believe it. Anyway, somethings come up. A few weeks ago, I heard of this thing called Africa Fashion Week Nigeria. I'm generally interested in these things so I dropped them an email a little while later. There was no reply. I didn't mind this, because I don't want to be...

Ah! My views have collapsed. I don't blame the lot of you for abandoning me because that's the way life is. If you stop showing up for people then they'll stop showing up for you and that's why my life is so brilliant. I have people that show up for me all day, every day and that's amazing. I was going...

Ah!! My friends!! Life has been difficult. First of all the stupid dog died. I was gutted. I should probably say more about the Captain (may he rest in peace) but I won't. I can't look at a Rottweiler without wanting to kidnap it, so I'm still not fine. When will I be fine? I don't know, but I want...

It seems that I must get into it and I shall because no one seems to be talking about it. Or rather everyone's talking about it, but no one's talking about it like this. This blog post is about the Chibok girls, but I must warn you, I'm not going to write a tirade about how the Nigerian government...

I'm pouting as I write this. No, I don't know why I'm pouting. Alright, I do know why I'm pouting. Why didn't I say in the beginning? Well, it's a stupid reason. No, I'm not shitting you, the reason is daft. Okay, only because you're so desperate to know. I like the way my face feels when I pout. It's...