So, late-launching millennial, you've found yourself moving back into a time warp of retro music posters, loudly coloured walls, furry furniture and an unacceptable single bed. You're either: part of a new crop of graduates, a time biding naval gazer or a career starter putting some money in the kitty for the future.
Recent research shows that our phones are proven to be affecting the way we talk, think, have sex, eat and even go to the loo. We have become slaves to technology, only this time, our hands are handcuffed to our phones. Those red circular icons on our home screens have become our very own version of a newborn baby crying out for attention.
I have four teenage children, so as you can imagine, wi-fi usage is pretty high in our house. They each have several connected devices and they use all of them, (a lot!), both at home and when out and about. They are pretty typical teenagers and like their peers are really interested in new technologies. For them, tech is cool. For me, their attitude heralds great things.
You think you've finally found the perfect place; you've dazzled them with your charm, wit and perfect blend of 'I'm serious and clean, but obviously totally easy-going and fun' and then, BANG, you get the news: 'Thank you very much for your interest in the room but we've decided to go with someone else'. Brutal.
Breaking news used to be just that: hard news, a big story that had just happened. Today rolling 24/7 TV news shows need their yellow ticker to contain something all the time. They're no longer content to have no ticker when there's nothing to say. The ticker has become a roundup of all stories breaking or not. Where do they go from here? What happens when there is some real breaking news?