My name is Jon and I’m an addict.

I’ve been a junkie for as long as I can remember. These are some of the symptoms of my condition:

• A constant craving to find alternative ways to do things.
• A constant desire to find alternative routes to get from A to B. And then back again.
• I’m never on time. Sometimes I’m early; sometimes I’m late – but never on time.
• A refusal to sit on the same seat on the train to work every day. I’d rather stand thank you.
• A pathological hatred of holiday itineraries. And I mean hatred!
• People who go back to the same hotel every year scare me. Why would you want to do that?
• An itch to try new dishes in restaurants. Even if I don’t really like the sound of them. Unless they contain celery.
• The word ‘routine’ makes me break out in a cold sweat.
• The only thing I ever worry about is not worrying about anything.
• I never read instructions. Especially IKEA’s.

I’m a change junkie. I love it and don’t ever want that to change. Er, hang on, let me think about that one…

Some would describe my condition as somewhat chaotic.

I say out of chaos comes discovery – and isn’t that what life is all about?