I'm a writer, journalist, and poet with a background in politics, pop culture and technology. I've worked on staff at Q, Stuff and The Next Web, freelanced for Wired, The New Statesman and GQ, and contributed to every national newspaper in the UK except for the Daily Mail. I spend most days shouting about things on Twitter.
This article was taken from the December issue of Wired UK magazine. Be the first to read Wired's articles in print before they're posted online, and get your hands on loads of additional content by subscribing online Mannequins pose in the dusty factory, lines of Polaroid images spread before them, their careers as test subjects for batches of film seemingly over.
This article was taken from the March issue of Wired UK magazine. Be the first to read Wired's articles in print before they're posted online, and get your hands on loads of additional content by subscribing online Above an otherwise empty stage at the September 2009 PICNIC Conference in Amsterdam, a video starts to play.
PA Archive/PA Images They seem to be creeping more and more into use. But outside the world of showbiz we should be wary of giving public figures the one-name treatment says MIC WRIGHT Elvis. Prince. Madonna. Britney. Kylie (Minogue or Jenner). Even, at a push, Bono and Sting.
In 1997, when the internet was young and far more innocent, a woman called Alana built a text-only site as a community for people who were - as she termed it - "involuntarily celibate". She was a virgin in her mid-twenties and felt lonely and isolated, afraid that she would be alone forever.
Aristocracies are rarely fans of the media. To any elite, the grubby attention of nosey hacks is unwelcome. Silicon Valley's new aristocrats - CEOs and venture capitalists with an almost universal dislike of regulation and scrutiny - are especially allergic to critical press attention.
he announcement that Abba have recorded their first new music in 35 years is the kind of story we need in these bleak Brexit-ridden, Trump-tormented days.
In the future, when you need some visual stimulation while you're masturbating - I know you never do it, but let's pretend you do for the purposes of this story - you won't be seeing "real" people collapsed in a pile of sweaty limbs before you. No.
Imagine if cigarette packets could talk. If they could sit on the side and pipe up - pun intended - to remind you that it's been 2 hours since your last cigarette. Picture them with the irritating voice of Red Dwarf's Talkie Toaster - an AI-powered appliance with an awful bread product obsession.
The summer of 2018 will, in pop culture at least, be remembered as the summer of the biggest film team-up of all time - Avengers: Infinity War - in which ten years' worth of superheroes and villains collided in an explosion of sound, fury and fantastic fight scenes.
