It’s terrifying that so many of us are able to see and predict the dark times into which we’re headed with chilling accuracy, because we’re able to read the signs. And yet, here we are, lumped with the long list of useless and ineffectual leaders in Europe, who are going to prove to be our downfall.

Genuinely can’t remember ever wanting January to be over as much as this year.
Everyone I speak to seems to have had a beastly month, and it feels like we’ve just spent the last 3 weeks pushing frantic emails onto each other, spreading the beastliness.

Scratching my head wondering how relatively easy it was to ban TikTok in the USA, but not guns and rifles.

Matthew 19:26

A list of sorely missed Victorian-era slang…

Got the morbs = temporary sadness
Gigglemug = always smiling
Scandal water = tea
Bitch the pot = pour the tea
Sauce-box = mouth
Cupid’s kettle drums = breasts
Dash my wig = OMG
Tight as a boiled owl = drunk
Poked up = embarrassed
Not up to dick = unwell

So here’s the question that’s been eating me up lately: we’ve been sold the mantra that technology and AI will make our life easier, that ChatGPT will make me a accomplish my tasks in a fraction of my time, and that all of this will feed into a greener future too.

I’ve agonised about my first skeet and overthought it just a bit … but here it is.
This space will be, to an extent, a continuation of my Twitter account, which is now permanently dormant.
Enjoy the ride, and let’s see where it takes us.

Meanwhile, hope you’ve had a great start to 2025.