Diary of the last thirty years


Making coffee to begin our quiet 30th anniversary. If you’d asked me to imagine what we’d be doing in thirty years’ time I wouldn't have guessed this. 

Devonport, still, thirty years later? Maybe. 

Locked down in a pandemic? Come on.

Wired magazine in, maybe, 1995 had a futurist story that chilled me, stayed with me for years, so grim were the predi…

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