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If there was one thing Mary had learned in three years in Afghanistan, it was as banal as this: Love and war are a terrible combination. Also: never get into a Chinook helicopter piloted by a drunk member of the royal family. Mary was as an official war artist, just like everyone else. Due to … Continue reading The Love Song of the Predator Drone →

We met in the air, of course. Cocktail hour in first class, thirty thousand feet above Frankfurt or London or Paris. All it took was a spot of turbulence and a moment of mutual understanding. It was Friday night and off our starboard wing all of Western Europe was lit up like Christmas. Forty five … Continue reading Special Economic Advisors, in Love →

"Most critics agree that Johns and Rauschenberg's finest work grew out of the period between 1954 and 1961, a time of intense emotional involvement during which they searched together for an alternative to Abstract Expressionist picturemaking. Rauschenberg once remarked of this moment "We gave each other permission..."

My love affairs were starting to get out of hand. My love affairs, and my drinking. It was no way for a particle physicist to behave. There was nothing for it, they said, but to send me to the South Pole. “For how long?” I asked. “Don’t worry about that right now,” they said. Don’t … Continue reading God, Grant Me The Serenity →

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It’s two thirty in the morning when you write off the second rented Ferrari. You leave it wrapped around a lamppost somewhere in East London and pay a passing teenage drug courier five hundred quid to lend you his BMX. By the time you reach your mistress's flat forty minutes later, the ketamine is already … Continue reading The Greatest Breakfast in the World →

...that one of my photographs accidentally won second prize in a Granta Magazine photography competition. I won't let it change me, honest.