I know how it is. You look at me, and you think, “this guy’s got it made. This guy knows what’s going on.” Well, it’s an act. I have no idea what’s going on at any time. Most days I can barely remember to put on trousers. Read More >>

“So,” I say, shouldering my way through the crowd, “Job one is we find ourselves the bar. And job two is we try out some headphones. Sound good?” Read More >>

I am getting my nails done. I am a big man with shaggy hair and a beard and I am getting my nails done and drinking glass after glass of red wine because Nintendo wants to sell more games and they figure this is the best way to do it. This is my job. Technically. Part of my job. Probably my favourite part. Read More >>

Like most journalists everywhere, I am hungover. I am sat in the basement of a hotel on the outskirts of Munich; the sort of hotel that must have sprung up fully-formed overnight, a massive swelling of glittering commerce emerging from the abandoned building sites and car parks and motorways that ring the city. I am here for the launch of a new tablet. Panasonic are launching a new tablet computer for the business market. I am not a tech journalist. I have never done this before. I don’t know what’s going on. Read More >>