Asiimov has been writing since he could pick up a pen. After a long and angry phase of political journalism, he can now be found haunting small private views and sweaty gigs around London and writing reviews about them wherein he accidentally airs his friends' dirty laundry. He also drinks buckets of Yorkshire Biscuit Brew per diem which accounts for this whacky sleep cycle. He should probably get back to writing that novel that's been collecting dust for almost a year.

