It’s bizarre – I’m invited to several parties tonight in Manhattan – one features Ice T and the other Vanilla Ice. So it has come to this. After turning into a quadragenarian, I suddenly start getting invited to the kind of parties that I think with my teenage brain that I would have loved to […]
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My first car was a Ford. It lasted a week before expiring in a ditch between Wymeswold and Willoughby on the Wolds as I ferried the delectable Crosley sisters back home from the Fan Club in Leicester one cold winter’s night. I never owned a Ford again in the UK, but then entered the P71
So, while trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, I came across something I’d scribbled on the back of a piece of paper. It was “Be -> do -> have”, and it could just be the thing to help you reinvent yourself. I don’t know where I got it
