
It’s the tenth anniversary of the London riots and I’m starting to feel nostalgic. If only we could recapture the lost innocence and optimism of that magical era when all we had to worry about was a few hundred rioters in various London suburbs torching and looting a few buildings; when there didn’t seem too much wrong with the world that a few water cannons couldn’t sort out…



There’s nothing quite like reading someone’s tweets musing on life and death, taking siesta, and waking up to news of their suicide.





When 2020 passes into the history books, it will carry more superlatives than a high school yearbook — and none of them good. Most deadly, hottest, most stressful, worst.