Rational expectations

Sid the Slug was the one that stuck in my mind the most. That wasn’t the name of the site, of course – Sid was the molluscular star of www.salt.gov.uk – long since defunct, but it encapsulated the problem. Government…

The coming storm

In which I present an entirely un-asked for, unscientific and unsourced take on the last 25 years of digital government with some reference to the Cummings tornado that’s sweeping in. It breaks my rules on blogging word counts by some…

Verification: I can’t even

I can’t even – and neither can they… Yes folks, it’s back again! The Queen’s Speech today promises yet another Mumsnet/Mail pleasing crackdown on one-handed websurfing – age verification! Ha, brilliant – so obvious – all we have to do…

Open platforms

How do you make something freely available so that anyone can use it, but also build sustainable businesses on top of it? It’s an aspiration that drives Wikipedia, innumerable open web projects and, in recent years, the thrust of releasing…

Twitter’s not ageing. You are.

Remember the first day at school? You made all those new friends? You didn’t really have to do anything after that, for 5 or 7 years or whatever. They were just there. Your relationships with your peers changed, you got…

Biting the bullet

Shall we just do it? Just build it and get this over with? We have it anyway, don’t we? Just in a distributed and not-very-accountable way. So why not do it properly? The stuff I wrote yesterday about registers is…

Registering a concern

I’ve got out of the habit of blogging. The problem with that is that posts grow, anyway, inside my head. If they aren’t tended, they tangle furiously, and before you know it you’ve got Sleeping Beauty’s garden to hack through…

No exit?

It’s the morning after the poll before. I’ve just read an interesting James Ball piece on why the lack of exit polling was a Bad Thing. At first I thought it was going to be a journalist’s lament that journalists…

Saturday live and kicking

It’s quiet at Broadcasting House on a Saturday morning. Once you’ve found the right entrance, a security pass is pushed into your hand, then you’re led up to an empty corridor – reminiscent of a thousand council offices – to…

Moving on

It’s time to give you up. To let go. To say goodbye. You were first there when I was about 10, taking me to cubs behind my dad. That was so cool. (It wasn’t, of course.) You were a clapped-out…

Seven rules for meeting up

(Meeting up, as in meeting me. You know, like a date, or a coffee – a “catch-up”, or whatever. There’s no good general word for all of those, I think. Meeting up will have to do. Anyway – these are…

Flappy Bird – actual strategies

(I can’t believe I’m writing about this.) Back in the day, as an obsessed martial artist (yes, really – it was a LONG time ago) I used to go on these full-on intensive training weekends. Starting Friday night, going on…