It was frosty on the beach again, this morning.


Well, that arrived quicker than I expected…

The Rode VideoMic Go II, boxed.

This is one of the more thoughtful takes I’ve seem on dealing with the problem of online anonymity without ending it: Curtailing anonymity is a first step to reducing online abuse


The Undeath of the Author

(With apologies to Barthes.)

“But social media has tilted things so that books by contemporary authors—let alone essays—are no longer portable worlds that awaken when a reader enters and slumber when one leaves. Today, the author is not dead until the author is actually dead. In the meantime, every published piece of writing is treated as the beginning of a conversation—or worse, a workshop piece—by some readers, each of whom feels entitled to a bespoke response.”

Kate Harding, Dame


The masocism of social media

“When was the last time you were out in public and felt actively rejected by someone you felt familiar with? Chances are it’s such a rare occurrence you might struggle to even recall one, but when we move online, every minutiae of our digital existence — every unfollow, dry response and glaring ‘Read’ receipt — step in to recreate that rare feeling of rejection in a form that feels documented for your own torture; its meaning unequivocal.”

Douglas Greenwood, i-D


Respect to the people having a morning sea swim at 0°C this morning.

Sea swimmers off Shoreham Beach on a freezing winter morning.

A frosty morning on Shoreham Beach.


Sunset from the harbour arm.

Sunset over the English channel from the Shoreham Port harbour arm.

A fond farewell to a long-serving car. I had the Fire Engine (as we called it) for over 12 years.


John Naughton:

“Polarised thinking may make people feel comfortable in their righteousness; but it’s not a way of solving a problem.”