2018 is sure as hell turning into the year that I’m doing stuff that I never thought I would (and low-key freaking out about in the process). After doing the WOW Festival a couple of months ago, going on BBC Radio 4 last weekend for a bit of a chat (catch it here if you missed it), next weekend I’m speaking at the Bradford Literary Festival!

As I’m slowly getting myself back into a cycling groove, I was totally in two minds about heading to this years London Nocturne. If it was anything like 2016’s (the last time I went – also… where the hell have two years gone?), being at heaving event with cycling-anxiety issues may not have been the best idea I’ve ever had. If I didn’t feel comfortable, I knew that I could always pull the eject chord…

It’d been six months since I’d last been on a bike: an incredibly long dry spell for me, but one I could quite easily attribute to a few factors. There was the bad weather for starters – last winter was a bitterly cold bastard in London, so sticking my bike in the cupboard  from November onwards…