am resistant to change. It has always been that way. When I was young, I found myself quite badly maimed by a boat propeller; my brother and grandfather had only recently died, so my family’s life could be considered somewhat in flux — an annus horribilis of our own. From then on, a sense of security and certainty became a priority of mine, and I have dedicated myself to honing the art of hazard perception, and now my distaste for change has stubbornly seen me to this, my 50th issue. In all honesty, when I started at the magazine, in July 2014, I didn’t expect to last the probation period. My sense of imposter syndrome was acute, but I am pleased to say I was overwhelmed by the cherished support, guidance and leadership of ’s founder, Wei Koh. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to ask someone to act to your creation and then applaud the triumphs and cover for the colossal errors. Fifty issues is a lot, and is ostensibly my milestone, though without giving my thanks to Wei, it is meaningless.
