Touching

It’s blowing a gale – literally: Storm Dennis – and I’m in a fairly seedy hotel (the cheapest I could find without actually sharing a dormitory). The windows are rattling. Above the howling of the wind there’s a whining coming from next door, in the room that shares what would be a beautiful grand curved window had it not been carved up. They must have a dog in there. Continue reading Touching

Procrastination and Barclays – a rant from August 2016

Got my weekly email from Natasha and there’s a link to some guy who is making money from people wanting to cure themselves of procrastination. Continue reading Procrastination and Barclays – a rant from August 2016