Cycling past Liverpool Street station today, I could smell Africa in my nostrils. I say Africa, big generic and beautiful, and I mean Zambia - because it is close enough to touch. I cannot live this life anymore. I am tired of staring at screens in offices and pretending to work hard. Call me back, sweet sweet extrovert - the only person I can even think of talking to in the midst of this. I cannot imagine what I have to say to you but I need you, I need you, I need you.