Facebook and the tradespeople
Welcome to Unmade, written during a stormy dawn at Sisters Beach, Tasmania. It’s one of those wild sorts of mornings where even the lightbulb in the kitchen is dripping. A little indoor rain is fine, right?
Happy National Cheese Curd Day.
Today’s writing soundtrack: Queen – News of the World. I’d forgotten just how raucous it was. But having started it, I feel obliged to let it play through.
Back in 1996, I walked in through the door of a nondescript 19-storey tower in a nondescript town on the edge of London. It was to be the making of me as a journalist and an editor.
