Sometimes, I dream of being a desperate housewife. I mean, I’m already half way there: I work about 20 hours a week and spend the rest of the time working out and learning French. But I always thought truly being a housewife was beyond my reach. I would never spend my days reading Proust in French and … Continued

The other day I was standing in our corridor, staring skywards and painting the ceiling, when the girlfriend’s grandmother stopped by. She was stunned by the paint job I had done on the radiator, and so I spent a good 10 minutes attempting to say that I used a special paintbrush for radiators. When she … Continued

Recently, I left a perfectly good job and became a freelancer. In fact, it is a move I should have done a long time ago. But that’s the thing about jobs: they have a way of trapping you in and making it hard to leave. Which is why Nassim Nicholas Taleb called carbs, heroin and … Continued