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The neediness of my accounting system to know if daddy loves it yet is unmatched. Every bloody week. I've done a couple of responses "no, you are cranking the prices until I scream and flee, you are accounts software I have no feelings for you other than keep it cheap and fuck off with the AI balls"
October 9, 2026 at 8:14 PM
The neediness of my accounting system to know if daddy loves it yet is unmatched. Every bloody week. I've done a couple of responses "no, you are cranking the prices until I scream and flee, you are accounts software I have no feelings for you other than keep it cheap and fuck off with the AI balls"
Sound people: is there a word for that effect where sound slows and deepens to a very loud ultra low bass fry? A sort of mwowwww-w-w-w sound. Much beloved of docking spaceships in space operas, and extremely daunting things happening in slow motion?
October 9, 2026 at 3:54 PM
Sound people: is there a word for that effect where sound slows and deepens to a very loud ultra low bass fry? A sort of mwowwww-w-w-w sound. Much beloved of docking spaceships in space operas, and extremely daunting things happening in slow motion?
Matt Brittin told employees today that he wants the BBC to “be more Elvis,” by which he meant: “A little less conversation, a little more action.” Welcome to the Silicon Valley-isation of the BBC. deadline.com/2026/10/bbc-...
Out of nowhere, a memory comes back at me, hearing the music. A works outing (joint US/UK team) to St Mary's Cathedral, Newcastle, to hear the Northern Sinfonia playing Barber's Adagio. We'd booked the tickets weeks earlier. The date was 12 September 2001. I will leave you to imagine the atmosphere.
October 4, 2026 at 11:21 AM
Out of nowhere, a memory comes back at me, hearing the music. A works outing (joint US/UK team) to St Mary's Cathedral, Newcastle, to hear the Northern Sinfonia playing Barber's Adagio. We'd booked the tickets weeks earlier. The date was 12 September 2001. I will leave you to imagine the atmosphere.
From the archives, 14 years ago: a doomed campaign by a tobacco lobby group, hiding their identity (one might even say they were attempting to pass it off as a dot gov dot uk poster). Fat lot of good it did them, thankfully.
October 2, 2026 at 8:36 AM
From the archives, 14 years ago: a doomed campaign by a tobacco lobby group, hiding their identity (one might even say they were attempting to pass it off as a dot gov dot uk poster). Fat lot of good it did them, thankfully.
I see the new DG has fallen straight into the politicians' trap of "saying stupid, ill-considered and largely fictional things about AI". Why must they do this?
September 30, 2026 at 8:03 AM
I see the new DG has fallen straight into the politicians' trap of "saying stupid, ill-considered and largely fictional things about AI". Why must they do this?
Someone asked me recently what good public service digital leadership looked like. My answer was long, but essentially boiled down to "not parroting this kind of shit" 👇
"When Britain takes the presidency of the G20 next year, I will show our newfound confidence as a country, and I will show it to the world by putting AI centre stage. And Britain will then work to develop a new global code to capture its benefits while being clear-eyed about its risks."
September 29, 2026 at 2:42 PM
Someone asked me recently what good public service digital leadership looked like. My answer was long, but essentially boiled down to "not parroting this kind of shit" 👇
The penalty for flipping your number plate on a motorbike (tucking it up for immunity for tunnel tolls and speed cameras) is £100 and no points. How can that make any sense?
September 28, 2026 at 10:31 AM
The penalty for flipping your number plate on a motorbike (tucking it up for immunity for tunnel tolls and speed cameras) is £100 and no points. How can that make any sense?
A story, nudged out of memory by recent events. Aged about 12, I was in the front seat of my mum's car heading out to Southport. We passed a country lane by the Diglake Farm Shop and I said "that looks weird". I'd seen 4 men getting into two cars, tucked away almost out of sight of the main road.
September 28, 2026 at 9:18 AM
A story, nudged out of memory by recent events. Aged about 12, I was in the front seat of my mum's car heading out to Southport. We passed a country lane by the Diglake Farm Shop and I said "that looks weird". I'd seen 4 men getting into two cars, tucked away almost out of sight of the main road.
Nothing makes my head smash into the table faster than yet another clever-clever post about em dashes (yafuckingwn) illustrated by... en dashes. If you don't know the difference you shouldn't be allowed to post anything, anywhere. And you probably say 'pecific'. {Izzy Hands voice: TerWAATT}
September 28, 2026 at 6:52 AM
Nothing makes my head smash into the table faster than yet another clever-clever post about em dashes (yafuckingwn) illustrated by... en dashes. If you don't know the difference you shouldn't be allowed to post anything, anywhere. And you probably say 'pecific'. {Izzy Hands voice: TerWAATT}
Well that filled a Saturday: scampered off train in Herts and realised my coat and keys were still enjoying their journey. To Birmingham. Limped home to get spare keys. Saw the lost souls coming back south. Jumped on train at Euston, all exactly where left. Get a keyring tracker, kids.
September 26, 2026 at 4:18 PM
Well that filled a Saturday: scampered off train in Herts and realised my coat and keys were still enjoying their journey. To Birmingham. Limped home to get spare keys. Saw the lost souls coming back south. Jumped on train at Euston, all exactly where left. Get a keyring tracker, kids.
I have recently learned that HR people say Haytch Arr a LOT. Feels like some sort of industry shibboleth now. The more senior, the more they haspirate it. Some very weird inversion going on: anyone who breaks with the code probably gets a rapid meeting with, er,
September 23, 2026 at 6:43 PM
I have recently learned that HR people say Haytch Arr a LOT. Feels like some sort of industry shibboleth now. The more senior, the more they haspirate it. Some very weird inversion going on: anyone who breaks with the code probably gets a rapid meeting with, er,
They're supposed to sit on the boat and patriotically watch them slowly drown, and then patriotically not have night terrors about it until the day they die, and then patriotically not go to hell.
September 18, 2026 at 4:51 PM
They're supposed to sit on the boat and patriotically watch them slowly drown, and then patriotically not have night terrors about it until the day they die, and then patriotically not go to hell.