I play with the internet for money. I write for fun. One of these days those two things will be reversed.
Note – I wrote this 3 days before I went into labour.
Today my son is 14 weeks old and I am having my hair dyed purple.
If that seems like a non sequitur, it’s not. I have been idly fantasising about going purple for years and have never had the guts to do it. I told myself that I…
Okay, I lie. It was only 9 months. But it was a bloody long 9 months of 4 hours a day on trains, tubes and buses and if I get nothing else out of it, I have read a lot of books.