1, Paris Garden, London, , SE1 8NU
27 March 1970
That bicycling to work is even more dangerous than motorcycling.
Just play the feckin note.
Get my shit together.
Obssesive attention to detail.
On my BlackBerry in the passenger seat of our car when a seven-year-old voice from the back asks: "Daddy, why do you prioritise your work over your family?"
Reading Ottelenghi's cookbook.
Playing the ball, not the man.
Being at the seaside at 6am.
A tendency to always say yes gets me into trouble.
Addicted to reading my hororscope.