writing
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I went looking for some relaxing background music for the housework and stumbled into a bizarre genre I didn’t know I needed. What started as a standard Gregorian chant playlist took a sharp turn when the monks started singing John Lennon.
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Oatly has lost its long-running battle with the dairy lobby over the use of the word “milk”. The Supreme Court says shoppers are confused, but is this really about clarity or just stifling competition?
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When your world shrinks to the size of a hospital room, the window becomes your television. From the “incinerator” chimney to the drama of the air ambulance arriving from the islands, here is a look at life outside the window of Ward 27.
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Writing from a hospital bed, I see the NHS as a shield against the market. But the vultures are circling. The same tech oligarchs who want to strip-mine our digital lives are now eyeing up our medical records. Why defending socialised healthcare and self-hosting your data are two sides of the same fight.
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I can self-host my email. I can self-host my photos. But stuck in a hospital bed, I’ve realised I cannot “self-host” my groceries. When the only supermarket in reach demands your data in exchange for fair prices, privacy becomes a luxury good. A look at the failed experiment of the “Communal Clubcard” and the new digital feudalism of the weekly shop.
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There’s nothing quite like a hospital stay to make you appreciate the small things, like silence, privacy, or a decent night’s sleep. Five nights in, and it looks like I’m here for a few more. The highlight of my stay so far? A spinal tap is on the cards. Joy. Last night was particularly rough.