With lessons for PR practitioners everywhere – and a personal footnote.
Let’s not get carried away… but it is still something of a coup.
Mathematics, communication… what’s the connection?
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.