Struck down in my Prime

I’ve never been one for diaries, and this journal is no exception.  I don’t post very much at the best of times and, recently, I’ve posted even less. This is because I suffered a stroke at the beginning of the year and am only now returning to some sort of normality. Full recovery still seems…

The Tough Fight Ahead for Control of A.I.

When I first sat down to write the script for ‘Why Do Humans Sing to the Stars?’ I didn’t really know that much about artificial intelligence. In fact, my audio-visual musings about an a.i. entity witnessing the fall of the last machines were really about the folly of empire and the inevitable decline of a…

A Tidal Wave of Inertia

Sometimes, the public mood in Britain can appear to shift very quickly in favour of greater protection for the natural environment. Every now and then, something stirs up an innate sense of right and wrong; something that cannot easily be greenwashed away. It tends to be short-lived without the required response from government or the…

Dirty Old River

It’s hardly breaking news that environmental reporting is something of a lost art in the mainstream media. The print press visits this important subject far less often than Love Island and tends to come back with a half-finished story. The wider reporting diaspora, which consists of radio, television and online media is no less guilty….