Apple’s mobile journalism porn - I love the way Apple keeps making the #mojo case for us.

A calmer moment in a stormy day by the sea:

Shoreham may be blessed with one of the best library views out there.

Just when you think Facebook can’t go lower — it manages it…

Well, that’s one way of stopping regulators from breaking up your company, I suppose.

Zuckerberg speeds up assimilation of Instagram and WhatsApp into Facebook

Daddy/daughter baking day.

The latest issue of @anxymag is here - all about masculinity. Time for a coffee and a read.

One that required a bit of focus, but not too much. Bring on next month’s #AppleWatch challenge.

No wonder my chair was uncomfortable - I’ve been sitting on this for the last hour:

An epitath for Livejournal

Ars Technica:

Such is the nature of the erosion of our once-beloved digital spaces: there’s none of the collapsed majesty of a physical space like an abandoned castle, ivy threading its way through the crumbling latticework. Instead, LiveJournal moves forward as an aging pile of code, one day potentially rendered obsolete by something newer and better and remembered by those who lost countless hours to rigging it up in the first place.

It’s where I started blogging over 17 years ago - but I haven’t thought about it in years. It’s now just a Russian zombie of its former self.

January 2018 in photos - looking back at a year ago.

Why political posts on Facebook will always be polarising.

A cold and frosty morning on my way to London.

Gorgeous day on Shoreham Beach. The sun is counteracting the cold nicely.

Suffolk coast, January 2001

I wrote a very long thing about Facebook, WordPress, CMSes and local journalism. I cater to a very niche market…

It’s been a stressful week, but the view from my office window is incredibly calming today.

My hard working film scanner doing its thing.

A Plustek OpticFilm scanner

I can also see a meaningful boat out of the window. There may be a meaningful oat on the floor, after my daughter dropped her porridge this morning.

Fresh out of the film scanner: my late father and I in the mid-90s. Still miss him.