Interviews

My stomach grumbled as I waited patiently for the man of the hour to arrive. The dining room was teeming

“Never again”, I cursed when my plane finally touched down at the airport. It was a hellish journey: five hours

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 – but not to study. I have a 5-minute