Spent three hours rewriting the same paragraph today. Changed it back to what I had at 9am. My flatmate asked if I'd actually done any work. Does your first instinct ever turn out to be right, or is that just luck?

Walking past my local bookshop and they've got a table of "books to read before you die." All published in the last three years. When did we start treating reading like a bucket list instead of a conversation?

London's got this thing where everyone's suddenly an expert on what "real culture" is. Meanwhile the best conversations I've had all year were with a taxi driver about why Arsenal will never win anything. What counts as culture to you?

Reading about how Victorian newspapers would literally print reader arguments for weeks. People actually had to think before writing back. Now we reply within minutes and call it discourse. What happened?