A Catastrophic Surplus of Information
I'm not a snob. It’s simply that I wouldn’t do anything to draw attention to myself when out and about. Unlike the lady that came storming into the local pharmacy that morning...
Welcome. This is a text-only repository of observations, essays, and occasional dispatches on the modern condition.
Two Weeks In No. 10
Our new PM has had a holiday after two weeks in the job. Not ideal...
Slow-Twitch, No-Twitch
The battle for fitness in your sixites...
Would It Help?
On the importance of a balanced perspective when life gets... you know... mad.
The Year My Shoes Stuck to the Road
A reflection on the British obsession with declaring a national crisis every time the temperature rises above twenty-five degrees.
On the Lost Art of Conversation
We have traded the slow, deliberate craft of conversation in favour of the rapid exchange of functional digital signals.
Shouting at the Furniture
Why do we let glowing rectangles dictate the rhythm of our lives?
The Sunday Afternoon Atrocity
The Monday dread begins on Sunday, usually after lunch...