What? What can I possibly tell you? I was born in Cornwall. I live in London. I have the best wife imaginable, wonderful kids. My life is presently devoid of those meaningful traumas we're all supposed to believe are the seat of creative energy. I like Italian wine, Swiss skiing, English cheese and Belgian beer, deckled edges, Asian food, and writing. I don't like shellfish. They are yuck. A friend of mine recently told me she can't eat squid any more because squid are sort of charming and friendly, and now I feel guilty about calamari.
I care about things. Random things, unlikely things.
I'm a messy person.
I write on a variety of digital devices of varying antiquity. I like pens and paper, too.
I read widely, not in a very focused way. I retain knowledge in patterns rather than lists.
I really like spa hotels.
I'm not a fan of movies whose central theme is the lack of availability of root crops. This is a surprisingly large genre.
I once accidentally ate my breakfast next to a live tiger.