If you were looking for a proof I was an awful person, I’m about to deliver it to you on a silver plate. But first, I beg you to forgive me a dreadful pun referencing the infamous phrase pivot to video; this expression makes me break out in hives as a writer, even if I understand the need for…
Twitter, eh? Can’t live with it, can’t live without it. And if you aren’t there, you might not want to do it to yourself; at worst, you’ll be missing out on good jokes. You can get that elsewhere, though. “What happened now?” you ask, trying to understand what I’m on about again, and why I…
Sometimes, you scroll through Twitter and something with a clickbaity news title just sits in your feed, waiting for you. Everyone’s done it: in the times when everyone’s got the attention span of a goldfish (mea culpa, mea maxima culpa) various publications compete for engagement relentlessly. And the Evening Standard seems to get to me every…
It’s Monday. I’ve taken a break from researching and writing. Dragging a heavy grocery bag behind me, I bump into a neighbour I’ve once spoken to. We exchange greetings at the door, and I stop to chat. He’s a middle-aged guy, usually very quiet, and I don’t see him around that often. “How’s your boyfriend?” he…
