I like language and philosophy. I used to write a lot and want to get back into it again. So far, this has mainly been poetry, but I'm moving more towards play-writing and novels. First, though, I've promised young relatives a story about a flamingo and a bonobo monkey who pogo down the Limpopo.
I smoke more pot than I probably should, but over-compensate by bolstering the Oxbridge education and intimidating finance career with ongoing literary exploration, cryptic crosswords, compulsive exercise and a host of interesting neuroses.
There's also a strong likelihood I'm too cynical for my own good. I get bored by fluff and prefer to challenge my attention span by finding beauty in intricate and poignant details. I think sad people are far more engaging than happy ones.
I moved to London a couple of years ago, working in finance for a music major then a TV production company. Now I'm the CFO of a small (international) TV Channel. We make all our own content and play out to about 25m homes. I haven't slept since I started. I'm really enjoying it, but I seem to have quickly assumed responsibility for everything and never actually leave.
*It was going to be really good: taking Mill's assertion that it's better to be a slave than a servant, because at least a slave has freedom of thought, and applying it to the China- Tibet situation; arguing the Chinese army are the oppressors, but have had their freedom of mind destroyed by a government that trains them to shit on command, whereas the shackled Buddhist monks can reach enlightenment through their private mediation.
Poetry: Sylvia Plath, Philip Larkin, Allen Ginsberg, Kate Tempest
Films: Pedro Almodovar, Little Miss Sunshine, Huckabees, Napoleon Dynamite, Rocky Horror
Music: Folk (Nick Drake, John Martyn, Dylan); Britpop, Electronica, Jazz
Food: nuts, berries, seeds, fish
Notebook and pen
Gin and tonic