It’s 3:15am and Outlook bings. That’ll be Ted Turner, I think – before remembering that Outlook isn’t a fax machine and I’m not Hunter S. Thompson. In any event, it’s Waitrose.
“This email is a gentle reminder that you could be running out of groceries and therefore may need to place another order with Ocado.”
Shit, they’re [...]

Ever since Boris Johnson’s assistant told me off for swearing, I’ve tried to moderate my language on Vox. But sometimes it’s just not possible. Like tonight when my flat is absolutely fucking freezing. The sort of freezing that makes you want to get out from under your duvet, pack your bags, grab your passport and [...]

It’s 6:20am and I have just – as the kids say – pulled an all-nighter. Since I got my nice new flat in Westminster – not a book’s throw from the office – I’ve been starting work earlier and leaving the office well before midnight most nights (previously the prospect of a forty minute cab [...]

Ok, so I’m a bit late. Eight days in. But Happy New Year, yeah?
Funny old year so far. First four books have just been formally announced, and what a fantastic bunch they are. Three (count ‘em) pop biographies from the fantastic Popjustice.com, and the debut novel from Greg Stekelman, aka The Man Who Fell Asleep. [...]