Goodness, do we keep peddling

Almost nobody is simply doing anything anymore. We are all furiously selling things to each other, never mind that most of us don't have much to sell.

The Lament of a Blue-Suited Social Media Platform

I wore a suit and spoke in bullet points. Once.

An Email Speaks

I was sired on a damp Monday on the third floor of a near-empty office, born not of passion but of a lust for purpose.

The Tales AI Can Tell

What if journalism could wear a digital face? Or sing?

The Fritter And The FM

The first time I met Manmohan Singh, I didn’t know he was Manmohan Singh. It was either late 1993 or early 1994.

Bannocks in Orkney

It is unlikely you have come across bere bannocks if you haven’t been to Orkney.

The Ferry To Stromness

So I waited to board the ferry, rubbing my hands in glee. I was in a place called Scrabster. It is difficult to be overwhelmed with excitement when you are in settlement with a name that is a cross between a skin ailment and a crustacean with five pincers, but I swear there was glee all over my hand

Kerosene In A Ferrari

I used to drink instant coffee. In those days, I thought it tasted good. It was cheap and convenient, and I drank it black and piping hot the way they did it in manly movies.