I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.
Cycling is the only way to free ourselves from the misery of the Tube, the wall-to-wall buses that line Oxford Street, the hopelessness of even thinking about driving.
New York, oh my God, in my early 20s. I felt, this is home, this is really where I belong.
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