Presented without comment: The shop that buys your dead uncle’s porn collection (It’s a surprisingly interesting read)

Getting Sunlit…

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Getting Sunlit…

Understanding the meme - because there’s more to this than just funny captions.

Understanding the meme - because there’s more to this than just funny captions.

Not sure why I’m bothering writing on my blog today, when basically my entire audience is either at news:rewired or The Guardian’s Changing Media Summit.

Seven years ago publishers were dying because they trusted Google for all their traffic. Now the same is happening with Facebook.

Another warning about the ease with which moral certainty can lead to us to slip into stereotyping in our reporting.

Listening to Oasis’s Wonderwall always reminds me of commuting by bus to Croydon to work on Hotel & Restaurant mag on the very early days of my career. I didn’t have any sense yet of how digital was about to upend everything.

Love in the city.