I really miss having no choice. There's a real frisson to those moments when you lose the remote control under the sofa, or the wi-fi network packs up. You might have to watch something you don't like, or even something that you have no opinion about yet. Losing the remote is a scary rollercoaster of possibilities.
If you went into a record shop and bought a CD - I know, it doesn't happen very often any more - of your favourite band and you found out that the money you paid was mostly going to the act that sold the most records that week and not your favourite band then you would be rightly miffed. Unfortunately, the current Spotify model works just like that.
Now there is a new series called The Sixties on DVD that was shown on CNN in America and Yesterday in the UK. The subjects are what you'd expect - the Cuban Missile Crisis, the assassination of JFK, the 'British Invasion' focussing on music, civil rights, Vietnam, the coming of age of television, the Space Race, and, of course sex, drugs and rock and roll.
JoJo's is wending it's way into the memories of Soho just as the likes of Blitz, Gossips, Billy's and the Wag Club have done before it... There is not a conspiracy to destroy Soho, there is instead a powerful belief in its endearing greatness and a desire to build on that and keep it exciting, edgy and relevant.
Thursday sees ministers from all over the world gather in the UK for the London Conference on Afghanistan to talk about the country's future development. This is a very critical time, international troops are mostly withdrawing and the world will be watching to see how this will affect the country's security and development.
Being a teenager is tough enough, without being the only deaf teenager in the school, unable to join in class discussions or raise your hand and ask a question, missing at least fifty percent of what the teacher is saying, having only one specially trained teacher dropping in once every week or two and being expected to catch up to a adequate level.
I should be more excited but the tiredness is keeping my emotions at bay. It's probably a good thing. As Sunday draws closer and we buy final bits and pieces to add to the ever expanding kit the challenge we have set ourself is clear. We are about to embark on one of the toughest, most exhilarating moments of our lives.
It's ironic because for most of my life I've been a night owl, but I now spend most of my days shooting at dawn. I love falling out of bed when the city is asleep and wandering the empty streets as sunrise breaks over the city. For a good ten years, shooting at daybreak has been the most inspiring impetus for my photography.