The people who hacked my phone and appeared outside my house a cold January morning over eight years ago, bringing my career and life as I knew it to a end, are now all in jail. And with the latest phone hacking scandal, I should feel the wheel has turned; perhaps a sense of revenge or justice.
What is it about railway stations that conjures up ghosts of the past? I'm standing on the platform in Pastavy (or Postavy), deep in the Belarussian countryside, almost exactly 100 years since my friend Stu Seidel's grandfather, Julius Seidel, stood on this same platform (or one very like it) and boarded a train to start a new life in the New World.
It's not inaccurate to say that while British consumers have fallen head-over-heels in love with technology, they also fear what it is doing to them... consumer technologies often create contrary forces between positive and negative; a sort of Yin-Yang in our relationship with them.
For the first time in a major Arab-Israeli conflict, the American public has other sources of reality. All research says that young people everywhere regard Twitter as essentially a news service, and via your social network you can easily get served up words and pictures more impactful than anything on TV. By the time many Americans woke up on Sunday, these pictures were of dead Palestinian children.
This cannot go on. Humans live in Gaza, remarkably like us. They laugh, they cry, they die. But too many of them die before their time. And that is true for those 29 Israeli military boys who have died, none older than his 20s. Cannot their end be the starting point for something revolutionarily new? Getting inside each others heads, understanding the other, or is it all just too late?
Frankly, I've had a gutful of the idea that what you do - or don't - eat makes you somehow better than someone else. It doesn't. You are NOT what you eat just like you're not what you don't eat (sugar, gluten etc). Those people who loudly wear their food choices as a badge are becoming tiresome.
Our news broadcasters are there as public servers, they support and accommodate for the whole of the country which includes, all of our multicultural society. Whilst, Fox News only focuses on one particular agenda which doesn't bring any benefit for their country.
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.
You'll have heard, of course, of the maxim "Don't speak ill of the dead". However, you are probably less familiar with the media's recent modification to this: "Don't speak ill of the recently departed Foreign Secretary".
Don't call me babe. Don't call me feisty. In fact, in professional situations, can we just stick to my name?
With flamboyant designs from Maison Martin Margiela to Jean Paul Gaultier's gothic collection and Dior's white gowns, the most respected couture houses in the business once again pulled out all the stops, expertly hand-crafting every intricate detail for a truly spectacular haute couture week.
Like an ever-increasing number of people, we have a growing interest in our families' origins. But also because, as journalists, we can't help but be aware that migration is one of the biggest challenges facing the world we live in. So it's only natural that as the son and grandson of immigrants, we're irresistibly tempted to use our own families' pasts as a way of examining the present and the future.
Have you ever looked up in the sky and wondered "What on earth is that?" I can still remember the first time I saw a little rainbow in the sky not far from the sun... what was I looking at? It's time to say Halo to optical phenomena...
I'm not sure about you but I'm still figuring things out as I go along - and I don't think there is any shame in that. We might not always like what we hear but we've got to respect it all the same. The power of debate is rooted in our differences and imperfections. The tide of subsequent social and political change relies as much on our ears as our mouths.
Many feminist blogs have neither money nor a room of their own - run by volunteers working remotely in their free time. What Feminist Times set out to do was something radically different - not just a blog, but an online magazine which maintained regular, high-quality output by paying staff and contributors alike; an ad-free haven from commercial women's magazines...
"First that bum tattoo and now this," they'll say. "She can't be thinking straight." But since does when such an announcement, where two people declare their love for each other, invite such scathing remarks? For me there are two root causes for narrow-mindedness.