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.
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?
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.
Margot Martini is a beautiful girl in desperate need of a bone marrow donor.
Throughout October I worked with an amazing artist called Josie Easton to run a collaborative campaign aimed at working with you guys to solve a small part of a horrible problem.
I’d previously had a similar request underway from a guy called Darren who was looking for his Dad, Dave.
One found memory card, one photo from it and the power of social media.