Stop the press

Back in a time when a badly written press release could file itself obligingly from a fax machine into the waste bin placed strategically below, my younger self worked as a Press Officer. Printed editorial copy was then valued at three times the weight of an advert and there was no click bait or reader…

Slow lane

Slowing down is definitely a benefit of growing older and the more wrinkled I get the more pleasure I seem to derive from plodding along in the slow lane. Wake up, be awesome, go back to bed. That’s how I roll (in my head). Instantly I can hear my reader calling me a hypocrite by…