Like A Nervous Teenager

As I am no longer an ‘international man of mystery’ in my private life, I suspect that this blog is only place where being cryptic is going to be one of my more annoying personality traits. Given this, I apologise in advance if some of my future entries seem a little enigmatic. I am not really going to be able to explain why I am both excited and terrified by tomorrow night. As a reader you are just going to have to trust me when I say I bizarrely feel like a nervous teenager.

Steady stream of great emails from Stephen during the day. He is back from his American Odyssey with a piece of writing that reads like a loved-up Hunter S. Thompson re-imagined as the ultimate English magician abroad. Timothy Leary’s dining table, grits, champagne excess and hoodoo to touch the spirit soar are all featured. It will be a crying shame if he does not publish some version of this. It is beautiful, funny, insightful and intoxicating.