Agency: Grey London
8-10 Lower James Street, London, , , W1F 9EL
Sitting next to Neil and playing music loudly when he is on the phone and witnessing him ever so nicely asking me to repeatedly turn it down. It's instinctive now for both of us.
I think I learn something new every day. Hopefully not the same thing over and over again but you are never quite sure. Maybe that's what keeps you busy.
Don't come to work in a DeLorean. Take the District Line.
Still miss the 80s.
Neil has 30 more contacts than me on LinkedIn and. no matter how hard I try. I can't close the gap. I am sure he is making people up now.
After I had a lunch with John Hegarty and he asked me for my new business card, and all I had in my suit was an Oyster card receipt. I offered it to him but he walks to work.
Norwich City equalising at Chelsea.
Martin Fry + Barry Fry + Stephen Fry.
Horning in the Norfolk Broads.
A hole punch that makes guitar plectrums from old credit cards.
Turned down seeing early Nirvana and, a few years later, early Oasis at the same venue. I didn't like their names. Shows how much that matters.
I pretend to be constantly mistaken for really good-looking movie stars and be really annoyed about it. It would be annoying if it were true. It's really annoying to everyone else because it's not true.
Mad about family history and descended from four generations of tailors. Which explains why I have more clothes than my wife by a ratio of about 5:1.