The Trouble with Twitter: Some thoughts on social media

You might have noticed that people’s online reactions
“The internet and Social media has changed us, and not necessarily for the better.” – said someone, probably…

Now , while that’s a pretty bold contention. It’s a belief in which I’ve come, slowly over time, to feel more and securely in.  What am I talking about? Well, let’s start off with a little meandering history….

A long time ago on a VCR far, far away…

It can hardly have escaped the attention of anyone that in the wee early hours of tomorrow morning, the first new Star Wars film in over a decade is about to be released to an anxious public.  The first reviews are in, and word by the jungle-drums is overwhelmingly positive, if what we are told is true.

Still, it’s difficult to balance the mixture of tense excitement with the repeated feelings of sodden disappointment at the previous entries into the series. Yet for someone of my generation, Star Wars has always been part of my life; for as long as I can remember I’ve been enjoying stories set in a galaxy far, far away. It’s hard to know what Thursday 17th of December 2015 will bring, aside from a steady flow of cash into the coffers of the already very rich denizens of Disney. I feel more cynical about it now, but I didn’t always; not before the dark times… before the Prequels.

Cheers to The New Year! (Some thoughts on 2013 and hopes for 2014)

My God, It’s Full of Stars……

If you’ve ever attended the Edinburgh Fringe in full, you’ll likely have noticed that there’s a peculiar habit performers have, where they stick little pieces of paper across the posters for their shows as the month goes on.

Is silence always the enemy?

So this afternoon a figure of hate came back to the focus of the internet, and therefore the world. This a highly successful and apparently popular entertainer, (whose name shall not be mentioned here for reasons which shall become apparent), famous for amongst other things, hospitalising his partner in a vicious and brutal assault.

On Writing – Why do I do it to myself?

The keyboard and the coffee made me do it…