What winds up, must wind down — Eighteen months ago I emerged out of an intensive period at work, slightly broken and tired. I knew I needed to get away. While the echo of work adrenaline still ran through my veins, I had a choice: to take a trip; or to crash. I kept a map with…

Redesigning studios and collaboration — The biggest surprise after our studio dispersed about a year ago was how quickly we were up and running remotely. After months of being out of the office, the discussion pivoted from when do we come back, to do we really need so much office space? It was no doubt…

This ride was with http://www.fireflieswest.com — a charity ride to raise funds for The City of Hope. All cyclists fundraise, but… — In summary It didn’t rain once, although the coastal marine layer smothered us at times. I ignored the news. I slept deeply every night. We woke up, ate, rode, talked and laughed. We spun up some hills, hammered down some descents, stopped to admire the views, and slowed down to chat and…

From the archives, 2014 — How to shove a bike into a bag and a plane and a train I spent a fair bit of time before leaving making new internet friends to ride with, and also researching the best rides. These ranged from challenging ones to family friendly ones. I thought some might be interested in some rides we did, and other details I know or discovered. Japan…

I found my LP records again waiting patiently for decades in dirt and mud under my childhood home. It taught me a lesson about technology. — Twenty years had passed before I found my LP records again. In the early nineties I had embraced the compact disc with vigour; then migrated to the brand new MiniDisc as I led an increasingly itinerate film industry life; and then I followed along with everyone else—ripping all of it…

In early 2021, I noticed a particular sort of Linked In post had started to appear: I am creative, therefore machines cannot replace me. — In early 2021, I noticed a particular sort of Linked In post had started to appear. Some were just copy-paste memes, others were full blown screeds — but they all aimed to communicate the same thing: “Machines can’t replace me, because I am creative. Can a machine handle a client…

It’s easy to be judgmental from a distance, and even more so when you live here. I admit I used to cringe when I heard someone say, I love… — It’s easy to be judgmental from a distance, and even more so when you live here. I admit I used to cringe when I heard someone say, I love LA. The very words would just trigger a montage in my head: aggressive synth stabs, rockin’ guitar, and some mullet-headed guy…

So here we are, almost a year into a rolling lockdown. February is already here. How was your dry January? Mine first got the wobbles on… — So here we are, almost a year into a rolling lockdown. February has already muscled in on a mission, oblivious that is is the minnow of months. How was your dry January? Mine first got the wobbles on January 6, when I needed a few calming sherbets to try and…

My descent down the slippery and seemingly never-ending slope of bicycle consumerism and how I found salvation through David Bowie — My descent down the slippery and seemingly never-ending slope of bicycle enthusiasm has a few major milestones: street clothes to lycra; removal of leg hair; and an ever increasing arsenal of mass-produced, application-specific bikes. I had one for commuting, and racing, and gravel (and a few more racing)… the desire…