Tat London Journal

Recently, a few of my friends have made big changes. There’s something about change — it’s contagious. It makes the other party, in this case myself, look at one’s own life and feel a little rocky in its steadiness. As some of you may know, I recently had a baby, and by god, that commitment can make you feel cemented to the next forty years (god willing). So, daydreams, ideas, and a sense of movement become completely necessary. And, as with any bout of anxiety, we turn to pr

It always seems to happen around this time of year — everyone starts saying, “Oh my goodness, where has the summer gone?” Well, friend, let me tell you: it hasn’t gone anywhere. We’re slap bang in the middle of it, and I for one am not ready to fast-forward. Let the children run wild in the grass, and let us grown-ups savour August — that glorious month when the city slows down, and the odd Friday off feels practically medicinal. With all these lazy, golden hours ahead, we sa

Recently, I saw a masterpiece. It was a cake. A cake on a table — a simple enough affair — but my God, the human race has made moves in the cake-making department. Cakes and AI we have really come leaps and bounds. Decorum, empathy, and architecture? Not so much. Still, let us raise a whisk to these bakers, these masters of flour, who’ve created sugar-laced masterpieces that might delight even the most curmudgeonly of dieticians.