The plaintive whining of a desperate fogey.

An additional bonus is a distinct lack of stylistic vulgarity – even a full-on Fogey could wear these in public and not look like an arse, which is more than can be said for most headphones.

A few things that have been going on lately. There’s more, obviously, but who has the time?

A ‘best in show selection’ from CES 2013 in Las Vegas. Was it worth travelling 5235 miles for this lot?

Facebook. Cutlery. Specs. Ad-buster. Suicide. Another week in the technosphere.

Links to articles we’ve read recently, two from the Independent on Saturday 19th January and two from the New York Times on Sunday 13th January. All are worth a look.

Some incoherent waffle gleaned from a few hours at CES in Las Vegas before TF succumbed to man flu and spent the rest of the week in bed. We know how to suffer.

The death of the high street. It’s a national tragedy. Is it bollocks. Most shops are shite, staffed by oafs, selling crap. If they weren’t, punters would prise themselves away from their smartphones and tablets and walk through the doors (helpfully wedged wide open even in the coldest weather and fuck the environment).

Time Out used to be a luscious repository of all the wonderful shit that goes on every week in London. Now it’s barely fit to wipe your bum on and the content would shame a bunch of student amateurs. Digital. Progress? My arse.

Somehow being tracked online by cookies seems less ridiculous than being tracked by biscuits. Be thankful the term was coined by an American.