I moved to London in 1998. I spent the next decade or so trying to establish myself as a writer and journalist. It wasn't easy. I lived in shared, rented accommodation, worked any number of temporary office jobs and although I had the odd success in getting published, my life was mainly scraping by, not knowing where the next pay cheque was coming from. I was romantically unsuccessful. I got mugged a lot. I didn't really fit in anywhere. All of this made for an interesting existence, and I kept a diary for those ten years, documenting everything from bizarre job interviews to getting hit by snowballs in spring to getting mugged all the time. I mostly come off quite badly. Maybe it built character. We can only hope.

I'm hoping to self-publish this book in early 2018. You can read some excerpts HERE.