I’m a third-culture kid. I spent my early years in Pakistan where people were poor and hospitable and my hobbies included being a panther and exploring the wilderness.
Then I moved to Britain where nothing made any sense, people who had everything were selfish and (worst of all) boring and my hobbies included using my imagination to avoid hard work and writing stories.
Two degrees later I am attempting to merge my passions in future-proof education, neuroscience and creativity, product development and social enterprise into some sort of sensible and feasible occupation.
This is unlikely and I will die alone and bitter in a canal in a less fashionable part of London.
I write fiction and occasionally perform poetry. You have been warned.