I'm a lovely, brilliant man. I am extremely pleasant to everyone I meet.

I cycle about London, getting lost more often than not, watching football, playing football, reading books and seeking out new places to drink and watch live music. I am constantly discovering amazing music that I've never heard before.

I speak Bengali and I am sporadically trying to teach myself Arabic. Its coming along, slowly.

I love novels and music that contain wistfulness and ask more questions than they answer. I love being tired at the end of the day. I love getting up in the morning, every morning. I am happy and brilliant and gorgeous and fun. I miss Asia. I have an awesome family. I like dogs.

I'm doing the career thing, because I've got a job that I like and I finally know where I'm going.

I'm exploring London, because I'm new here and I love that there's never nothing to do. And catching up with a never-ending supply of visitors and old friends who end up in the capital for various reasons.

Outside of that, I'm educating myself about music and history and economics and politics and everything else all at once and wishing I read more novels. And drinking navy strength gin and eating as many oats as I can justify on a given day....which seems to be a lot.

Listening. Having long, long conversations that spread over hours and go nowhere. Going for coffee. Really, really late at night talking total bollocks about music and really, really meaning it. Hoping. Looking on the bright side. Riding my bike. Bicycle karaoke. My job, actually.

Being good to people. Making honourable but not always safe or beneficial choices. Enjoying myself while dancing. Talking about stuff and sounding clever. Making friends. Charming animals. Getting up in the morning. Tea and breakfast for two. Getting lost and finding my way again. The matter in hand. The platter in sand.

My eyes, my smile. Kindness, unless I'm on my bike.

Lately I'm reading a lot of theory and history, which is good fun, but a bit dry I suppose. And the book from which I learn Arabic which, again, is not going to be a bestseller.

The last couple of novels I've loved have been The Plague, by Camus, The Prisoner of Zenda, by Anthony Hope and The Incredible Lightness of Being, by Milan Kundera. Catch-22 is probably still my favourite, but its years now since I've read it.

For some reason my favourite film is The Life Aquatic. Still not sure why, but I really liked it. Bit of a fan of Wes Anderson but I've not seen as much of his work as I should have. I've not actually been to the movies for a while but I tend to enjoy slightly off kilter, independenty sort of things like Little Miss Sunshine or Day of the Sunflowers.

Everyone says they like all types of music. Lots of stuff is good, but if you put me in a box it would like as not have guitars in it. Say indie, but mean lots of things. So....The Smiths, The Stone Roses, The Beatles, The Stones, Buzzcocks, The Jam, The Undertones, The Decemberists......The Young Marble Giants, Kaiser Chiefs, Velvet Underground, Maximo Park, everything everything.

God thats a lot isnt it. I love food. I try to avoid kebabs, with mixed success. They seem to serve them in pittas here. This is wrong. They belong in a naan.

1. My bicycle
2. Music
3. Sport
4. Jumpers
5. The interwebs
6. New books

The not-too-distant future. The very distant past. Actual nostagia is pretty big for me. I live the future in the past, in a way. Which is very appropriate, given that my friends in London are a mixed-bag of people I've met at various different and disconnected times in my life.

What's it all about, Alfie?

What's for dinner, mainly.

In a pub with friends and one or both of good beer and good music, hopefully going on to have a bit of a dance.

Most of the time, I'm not really sure what's going on.

you fancy a chat