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I’ve noticed these since I’ve been back through Birmingham a few times, the old cast iron street signs like this: are being replaced (or at least augmented) with plastic copies like this: I’m sure this will have been noticed elsewhere (oh yes).  I don’t like. I’d rather have the old one’s left as they are,…

I waited until this morning to see whether anything else popped up, but the decision had really become clear last night. I have just got the last tickets on my pass with a lot of help from the excellent ticketing staff at Union Station, Washington. This is how it’s going to go:   I’m going…

January: The Seesmic gang came to town and we had dinner and a little snooze in a room that was to become much more familiar over the year. February: The Tuttle Club/Social Media Cafe starts meeting regularly at The Coach & Horses in Greek Street. March: Took a trip to Berlin to cover a conference…

That had I been Rupert Murdoch, James Murdoch or Rebekah Brooks, I would have known everything that was going on in my media empire and no wrong doing would ever have happened “on my watch”.  I would have created a culture of honesty, transparency and respect for the law at all times. Likewise, If I…

I’ve moved out and moved on many times but some things seem to stick around in boxes no matter what.  One of those things is my notebook from Drama School.  Yes I had just one – I don’t seem to remember there being a lot to write down… This though is the first page of…