Some of you may remember reading my post dated way back on 16th July, 2013, called “Ian’s Long Lost Dad”. Until recently I’ve found it incredibly hard to re-read.
I’m sharing this true story with you because it’s beautiful. I hope that should you ever find yourself reading it, you’ll think so to.
I always feel a little weird at that moment I’m standing opposite a stranger’s front door realising they know absolutely nothing about me; the person knocking on it.
Some of you may have seen a while back me sharing this instance of a vampire street performer having his pants pulled down by a kid rat up in Liverpool. It pissed me off.
It’s 11.35am on this day they call ‘Black Friday’. Now a yearly milestone first created in the US and each year gathering more press and hysteria over here.
Our attention is an odd thing. We are, in a sense, the master and controller of it. But are we really any good at making the most of it?
Pippa, along with Sanderson Jones, set up the ‘Sunday Assembly‘.
Anthony is passionate about the need for improved wheelchair access across London and especially on the tube. He asked for help, so we put our heads together and came up with an idea.
I had a chance to chat with a brilliant man. His name is Zell Kravinsky.
It was 2013 and I was broke. I wanted to do something good, like I reckon you do deep down too, but I wanted to go about doing it differently.