I am deeply thankful to the United Kingdom. But I'm also sorry. Because in the post-Brexit UK it's very likely that generations of people in my same situation will not be able to do what I've done, or will have a much harder time to do it. So it's to them - and to the UK, without them - that I wish the best of luck.
Even though it's unclear when the dust will settle and what good can come of this, it's an obvious but important thing to do is to calmly continue to work hard in what we believe in. We should reach out to our neighbours, listen to those who feel differently, speak up to be heard, be kind and compassionate, and strive for union wherever we are.
London this morning is a completely different place than it was last night. Gone are the torrential thunderstorms that swamped the city, and the sun and summer are back out. and of course there's the other thing.
I wrote this a while back but it seemed very apt to publish it today - I wonder how the EU referendum will change and shape the communities that we're...
From every attempt to extinguish this solidarity an even bigger flame seemingly erupts, evoking the words of Rozalla that everybody has a right to be free to feel good. Now let us start educating and spreading respect for that freedom before more lives are lost.
"You're a gay-loving prick". The final words of a man who - so poisoned by hatred - continued to utter such bile as he was taken, handcuffed, to a police car. My partner and I had spent the previous twenty minutes trying to tackle his backward views but also keep him in place until the police arrived.
Before seeing any performance, I quite like the idea of not knowing a great deal about the story or production beforehand. Even if I had re...
Our challenge is that if our work isn't seen, we don't feel creative. Is a performed play any better than an unperformed play? A film unseen any worse than one seen. Well it might be, but the play is still a play, the film a film, the novel and novel, the song a song, even if it is not witnessed. A creative act has still taken place.
London is a fickle city and its relationships are too. With so many people coming and going, it's not exactly an environment for a stable love life and just when you get in the groove with someone and think you're making some headway, you'll find you've taken three steps backwards. How did that happen?
The most surprising thing about Edward Snowden's revelations was how unsurprised we all were by them. The dystopian visions of our most paranoid friends had been confirmed and we all kind of shrugged and added a capital letter to our password which we later changed back to lower case because it was too difficult to remember.
I thought it would get easier as they get older but it doesn't. They ask more questions, have opinions and need to discuss their feelings. Ante-natal classes covered how I felt. Not them.
I come to bury Boris, not to praise him. The cult of personality surrounding the man needs to torn down and slapped with our shoes before he does anymore damage. Most importantly, before we let him lead us out of the European Union like a pied piper of prattling pomposity, we need to review his legacy.
According to recent results published by TripAdvisor, London is the top-ranked city destination in the world. The 2016 Travellers' Choice Award was ba...
There are not many better bits of news than being offered a job. But for 81,000 people offered jobs working with children and vulnerable people in London, that joy has been lessened as they wait for months for necessary police checks to take place before starting work.
London is the love of my life. Our magnificent capital has been my happy home for 29 years. But every day my heart sinks a little lower, as I watch more flash developments slowly devour the city's vibrancy, diversity and soul. Billboards advertising "luxury flats coming soon" may as well read "your time is up, millennials!" The cost of living here is spiralling out of control, and the burden is becoming too much for the young to bear.
A few weeks ago, after a stressful day at work in the city I came home to find Ed stretched happily across the sofa like a contented cat who'd got the cream. He told me he'd realised that in London you can do literally anything you want. And I guess that, funds allowing, that's pretty much true.