'The internet and social media have empowered the PR trade and freed it from subservience to the news media.' This was the provocative starting point for an RSA debate recently, which also asked what this premise meant for the future of journalism and, more importantly, the future of public interest.
Britain's politics is in a sorry state. I'm not talking about political issues, no. It's the mediocre level of the political conversation, amongst both politicians and journalists, which saps the spirit. This matters, for if you don't have a standard of discourse that facilitates honesty, nuance and fair-mindedness, then all areas of politics suffer.
Apple, Samsung, Motorola and the other wearable manufacturers have been squaring up, tweaking their products and getting ready for a multi-year assault on the consumer market... I'm excited to start my project at Harvard in February, where I'm researching and writing a report on how the relationship between smartwatches and content companies is going to develop.
During the miserly search for a journo job I held down a nannying job as well as poking my way through different freelance gigs. I didn't get it. I was freelancing, actively applying my training and doing it but I didn't manage to get an actual in-house job. Freelance is a schizophrenic lifestyle, symptomatic of a range of highs and gutter lows.
The reality is that the footage we, war journalists, capture in the field isn't always 'striking' or insightful. In many cases we are forced to stand a good way from the frontline for our own safety, or if we are on the frontline, we can't stay there for long... unmanned remote control drones fitted with high definition gyroscopic cameras will change the role of the war reporter.
After Bolt's experience in Glasgow he might well decide it's just not worth risking a casual chat with a journalist, or even making a joke for fear it be twisted. If that were to happen he will become what every sports journalist loathes: someone who trots out the same, safe, coached clichés which offer neither insight nor entertainment.
During the Arab Spring, the ongoing Syrian revolution and now the war in Gaza, I find myself to be more of a political activist than an "impartial" journalist because I do not see how I can "sit on the fence" when injustices are taking place right before my eyes. Am I at risk of being criminalised for mixing my political views and how I report news?
My family, it appears, are a 'bunch of ugly, sad losers'. My wife is so 'desperate' to leave me that she will '**** the next man she has a drink with'. My beautiful children are, variously, 'pathetic... spoilt... probably adopted' because I am 'unable to get it up... a waste of space... a miserable, untalented tosser'. Worst of all though, my kitchen is 'hideous'. So this is what being trolled feels like... The other week I wrote what I felt was a thought-provoking, if slightly tongue-in-cheek, confessional about my enforced 12-month sabbatical as a stay-at-home dad trying to set up a new business after sudden redundancy.
Everything's a marketing opportunity. Our existence is only a chance to prove how brilliant we are, and to congratulate our mates for their brilliance too... The fact is, the more we PR our lives online, the more isolated we become. With every 'Ibiza. Done' status update we move further and further away from meaningful relationships with our families, friends and lovers.