Deathstyle @ The School Of Life
I am afraid of death. Deeply, wibblingly, atheistically afraid. Terrified of losing my consciousness (not to mention my Whistles green silk shirt) forever more. I suspect that I’m not alone, but I’m...
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As I type this, Soho is sunny. Not just a-few-weak winter-rays sunny, but a glorious, blazing, Vitamin D fest that has us sweating into our suddenly unseasonal puffas. Yesterday evening, it was 4...
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Hi. My name is Molly and I’m a self-help addict. Although I avoid anything involving diets, doctrines and fist-pumpers in suits, recent, beautifully written pop-psychology classics as Susan Cain’s...
View ArticleCounting Farts: In Pursuit Of The Quantified Self
Every time I see someone running down the street with a sexy little Jawbone strapped to their wrist, I can’t help but think of farts. #484346873 / gettyimages.com In Samuel Beckett’s 1951 novel Molloy,...
View ArticleDo What You Hate
Do what you love! Follow your passion! Live your dream! These are the sweet, sexy, beatbox-backed siren songs of our time, and they can be heard ringing through the coworking spaces of Old Street any...
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