This shouldn’t be a blog. It really shouldn’t be a blog. But it has to be a blog I think. So here is this blog.
‘for that alone Donald Trump should be stripped naked and whipped with scorpions…’
Yesterday and today I have been bombarded by texts and emails asking me why I am leaving Britain to go in live in America. This caught me not a little by surprise, since I have no plans at all to swap the UK for the US.
Oh goodness, what fun twitter was in the early days, a secret bathing-pool in a magical glade in an enchanted forest. It was glorious ‘to turn as swimmers into cleanness leaping.’ We frolicked and water-bombed and sometimes, in the moonlight, skinny-dipped.
When Stephen Fry met Jony Ive: the self-confessed tech geek talks to Apple's newly promoted chief design officer.
Dearest twitter followers and other interested (or bored) parties, Just a quick note to say that I’m going to be away until May. During that time I will be taking a holiday from twitter and, with a few exceptions, not tweeting at all.