Earlier this week, I met someone by chance who had a close connection to a traumatic event from my past. The outcome couldn’t have been more different, yet the circumstances leading up to it were eerily familiar. Let me rewind to 1986, when I was fourteen. I was a keen photographer, documenting the beginnings of the Hip-Hop movement in London over the course of almost three years. I’d been an avid breaker myself and often earned extra pocket money with a friend, dancing in Co

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I am pleased to announce the upcoming release of my third book. I've spent four years writing and preparing a story that I’m extremely...