Three miles off the French coast, in the Stygian blackness of the Atlantic, lay the secret headquarters of OceanProject, a

Christmas Eve was upon us, and I hadn’t even started my present shopping. Time was draining faster than an iPhone

The dark labyrinthine streets of NYC provided the perfect setting for my eighth interview, and this was no ordinary night.

It was a cold, dreary day on the Scottish Highlands. The sky, bearing the weight of endless grey clouds, sat

Today, I’m taking my parents’ advice and going back to college. I have a 5-minute interview booked with Nick –

My latest interview had taken me to the northeastern state of Pennsylvania, home of the Liberty Bell, Hershey’s chocolate, and

I’d never been inside a girl’s room before – at least not with permission – but I was quite excited.

Was this the right room? The walls were etched with faces – some laughing, some crying, some not even human.

The room was dark, but someone was here. They were playing Smash Bros in the corner, blanket over their head,

The receptionist finally called my name, “If you’d like to follow me, sir.” I had booked an appointment with the