“What’s the last photo you took?”
“It was earlier today of my girlfriend doing a silly happy dance in our living room. We both worked in a Deli about five years ago; we met over the meat counter!”

“What’s your screensaver?”

“My screensaver is a random beach. Makes me feel like I’m on holiday, so when things are bad I can escape.”

“So, what would make a bad day?”

“I work for a fashion magazine and a bad day is when someone cancels last minute – having to resort to a third choice in anything from a model to a pair of shoes. Third choice is bad – period.”

“Are you a bit of a perfectionist?”

“I wouldn’t say that….I’m kind of shanti and I think ‘ah, well, life could be a lot worse’ and then I deal with it. But it’s a pain in the arse when you have to do your third choice – second choice is okay, but third means you’re compromising.”

“What do you do at the end of the day where you’ve had a lot of third choices?”

“Loud jazz and yoga.”


“What’s the shittiest job you’ve had to do?”

Girl: “Cleaning our first flatshare when we moved in.”

Boy: “Oh yeah. It was a mess. I’d say the British are more comfortable with squalor.”


“You look spectacular. Where are you off to tonight?”
“A funeral. These are the traditional colours worn at a Ghanaian funeral; vibrant colours to celebrate the life of the deceased.”


“Where are you happiest?”



“Have you got a girlfriend?”
“I have.”
“Did you do the chasing?”
“No, I didn’t in fact. I found out she had a crush on me at University.”
“You had an unfair advantage!”
“Yes, it was easier for me to approach her.”
“So was it the fear of rejection that held you back before you knew she fancied you?”
“I think the fact that she was a lot more intellectual than the girls I’d gone for in the past made me nervous about approaching her. And even when I did, I was a lot slower with everything, which was a good thing because we became friends first. We’ve been together for eight years now.”
“Oh, wow. That’s serious. You’re approaching engagement territory…no pressure!”
“I was going to propose when we went on holiday to Portugal last year…but then I didn’t.”
“What prevented you?”
“Perhaps there’s a subconscious fear that the relationship will be put under strain from getting married. We take on a lot of other commitments, like having children, nowadays before we get married probably because we see a lot of examples where marriage hasn’t worked. My parents have been together for forty years, so I know it can work but I guess I have my fears.”


“What song makes you feel tearful?”
“Wind beneath my wings.”
“Why’s that?”
“It was my mum’s funeral song. She died from cancer. We were very similar…same cheeky sense of humour. I miss her.”


“Have you been seeing each other for long?”
He: “About a month…”
She: “Yes, probably, but I’ve not been counting. We’re not officially boyfriend/girlfriend yet…”

“Why’s that?”
She: “We both had intense relationships beforehand…”

“Intense as in psycho?”
He: “No, not like that. It’s a case of re-grouping after thinking that you’d met the right person and had things mapped out.”
She: “When I first met my ex, I was in a very dark place. We fixed each other, made each other happy again. Once we were happy, we didn’t work anymore. I wasn’t vulnerable anymore, I wasn’t needing approval anymore. I grew, I’m at Uni in London now, doing things… If we’d continued, we would have started resenting each other.”

“I hope you guys make each other happy for a long while yet.”
He: “Only if she makes me a cup of tea when we get back.”
She: “A slap is what he’s going to get!”


“Do you feel that you’re on the path you want to be in life?”

“I’m happy, professionally. I really enjoy what I do. But, personally, I was happier at home. I was surrounded by friends and family in Portugal and I was in a long-term relationship… Since moving here the relationship has been with the job. If you work full-time in London, there’s no time left for a life.”


“You’ve got a really distinct look. Tell me a little bit more about it.”
“My great grandfather was a peaky blinder, a bootlegger in the 1920s just after the First World War. They used to wear these flat caps and put the peak down, so that they wouldn’t be recognised. Legend has it that that’s also where they hid their blades.”
“Has this always been your style?”
“I used to be a punk, a rasta… I’ve been a bit of everything.”
“So will this look stick?”
“Yes, I feel comfortable the way I am now.”