Google+ … like the internet, only with a gun to your head
I have a great many things to be thankful for. One of them is my...
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Fake authenticity: the compassion lie
I may lose friends. I may attract abuse. But this is one of those moments...
Why it’s time to stop counting your retweets
How easy would it be to write a post ridiculing the practice of assessing the...
The day an American asked me how come I speak English
In 1992, I went to Canada and the USA. I spent three or so weeks...
Brothers in arms – my interview with Veterans Aid CEO Hugh Milroy
Veterans of the armed forces are at risk from many of the same pressures as...
Breaking news: sorry Twitter, journalism still wins out
Two things happened in London in the space of 24 hours that, once again, had...
No place like home
The view from my childhood bedroom window is still there. A tower block, an open...
Fans of the Smiths invited to Salford Lads Club
Fans of The Smiths will be familiar with the iconic photograph of the band standing...
Telling stories, human nature and social media
Since the very dawn of time itself mankind has told stories. Ok, maybe not since...
Lunching with the dead, baying for the rope and the wisdom of the crowd
When I was a young man death was my living. Determined, as I was back...
