Two for the price of one
It’s been a while since I posted here, and this time I have strong excuses. I have been busy at work, training for a marathon, breaking my shoulder (that’s a tale for another time) and writing not one, but two books. Yes. Two books at the same time. I did not do it on purpose,…
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Another turn around the sun
A few weeks ago, I added another number to my age — which means I’ve grown, at least arithmetically. But does that mean I’ve grown wiser, too? Hard to say on either count. Each passing year brings physical and mental changes — new aches, new thoughts, new memories — but not necessarily self-change. What I…
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The book of London
There’s something strikingly reassuring about stepping into a bookshop. I suppose it’s the comfort of knowing you will be surrounded by one of your favourite things in the world – if there ever is a dog bar and bookshop – that’ll be my all-time treasured place. It might also be the feeling that, knowing there’s…
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David Cuen 