Retirement…Change of Pace?
Nah… Bollocks to That! Let me start with a small piece of admin. I have just hit a fairly significant milestone. Technically retired, six decades-plus of life under my belt,…
Observations
Fighting the Pinterest Algorithm
(Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Chaos Goblins) Let’s talk about Pinterest. Not the Pinterest you vaguely remember from 2012, when it was all wedding mood…
Designing a Daily-Capable Content System
(Without Burning Yourself Out) There’s a certain kind of advice that sounds motivating until you actually try to live inside it. “Post every day.”“Consistency is king.”“Outwork everyone.” Fine slogans. Terrible…
A Note to Fellow Writers in a Noisy Time
In Five Years, Human-Sounding Writing Will Be the Real Premium The other morning, I sat down to write and realised I could finish the piece in minutes if I wanted…
A Perfectly Normal Weather Event
Your Guide to This Weekend’s Bomb Cyclone So there’s a bomb cyclone coming. Not a metaphorical one. Not a political one. An actual meteorological phenomenon with a name that sounds…
The Great Geopolitical Shuffle
Why Starmer’s Flying to Beijing While Trump Builds Walls So here we are. January 2026. Keir Starmer’s just touched down in Beijing for the first time a British prime minister…
The Espresso Martini Brownie
A Monument to Our Collective Collapse It is January 25th, 2026. Outside my vaguely damp Spanish retreat, the sky is the colour of unwashed pewter. The staggering optimism of the…
California Didn’t Join the WHO
But What It Actually Did Might Be More Interesting. Right, let’s clear something up before the internet gets any more confused. California has not, despite what some headlines might suggest,…
The Land of the Free (Now Screening With Subtitles)
There was a time when visiting America felt like entering a shared dream. You didn’t need to understand every line of dialogue. The plot carried you. Freedom. Reinvention. The open…
The Country Is The People
Not the Government… I saw a post on social media the other day that stopped me mid-scroll. Someone had written, with what I can only assume was the confidence of…