The end of local newspapers, or the start of something better?
Marking time by giving the website a once-over.
What happens when your long-awaited catch-up with a friend clashes with a major international cultural event…
In London, you’re never more than six feet away from a rat. In Leeds, you’re never more than six metres away from an Uber…
We can and should do both: but which is better?
And will anyone mourn their passing?
Tha’ can allus tell a Yorkshireman… but tha’ can’t tell ‘im much.
… I shall drink purple. This is called a Black Jack, a rum-based cocktail at Alchemist in Leeds. Pour over the ice, then squirt something out of a syringe onto it. Meh.
Extremely silly, but I do like this! The Stick Song it’s based on is good too…
Yes, even my small outpost on the Interweb needs to be GDPR-compliant!
While trying to put into words what I was feeling, I hit upon an unexpected answer.
How far do we have to go to remove all traces of our previous indiscretions?
No, not that sort. Actual baggage. Bags.
Sometimes, you have to go back to basics.
I was thinking of writing a blog post about a postcard I received yesterday from a friend on holiday, and how much more lovely & personal it is than having to look at blanket Facebook updates from other holidaying friends. But I guess this tweet will suffice 😉
— Gary Taylor (@GaryTaylor67) April 5, 2018
My thoughts on this year’s findings.