Without a doubt the Lord of the Rings trilogy. To say I love Tolkien would be an understatement of note.

I spend a lot of my time underwater in False Bay’s oceans. Not the beach part though.

The temple-crushing anxiety of having your family pick up the phone while you’re dialled up on your 56k modem.

Sending First Thing out the day the #GuptaLeaks came out. It isn’t often I’m hopped up with energy at 5am in the morning.

Full Metal Jacket.

Pretty much anyone in national government. How certain decisions are made truly boggles the mind.

Cape Town’s drivers. All of them. You’re all hopeless.

I am quite literally a master of war (studies). I have a degree and everything.

 Janet, one of my editors.

“Will do.”

A friend from university at King’s College, Gareth W. Dunn. He accomplished more in his 27 years with terminal cancer than I could ever hope to achieve.

If indifference had a face I would love to give it a punch.

Scallop curry rice from from my time in rural Hokkaido.

Waged a failed, yet-startlingly-efficient low-level insurgency against a fragile state.

I was a paperboy for three years. It was great up until the first dog bite.

Practically-speaking: probably a Russian-launched global electromagnetic blast.

“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy course; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.” (Teddy Roosevelt).

Silly Walks.

The ability to ‘download’ a skill, pretty much as in the Matrix.

A life unbullied despite my egregious surname!