You find me at some sort of milestone. I don't think it can be considered a true achievement, but it's not nothing either:

I've written a blog post every year for ten years. Read more

I have returned to write another annual blog post.

So here it is. Read more

It's that time of year again, dearest reader. As many annual posts as a cat has lives, fittingly published on Purrsday¹.

To begin; a sentence that contains eight words. Read more

Here I am then, at the beginning of my eighth annual blog post. A not impossible, yet highly improbable achievement.

I'm glad I've been able to prove that, with only a negligible amount of time and ability it is possible to publish a post every year for eight years. Read more

Around six weeks ago I was chatting to Rachel about the "old days" of web development. At one point in the conversation I described the tradition of the May 1st Reboot.

It had been a long time since I'd thought about the reboot but when I first started learning web development it was an exciting occasion that I awaited eagerly each year. Read more

The tradition continues. This is the seventh post in my continuing quest to write a blog post on the same day of each year.

I really wish it was easier by now. Read more

A successful return to the regular writing schedule of this blog! Last year I dropped a day, but before then I was doing pretty well.

At least I kept my promise. Read more

Still annual. Oh yeah.

Though this year I'm actually a day (and a bit) late. I would have been on time, but yesterday I was riding my bike, reading on trains and hanging out with excellent people. Next year I'll be back on schedule. Promise.

A quinquennium of blogging.

Here are the other posts in this series. Read more

Yup. It appears that I'm an annual blogger. I didn't even know that was a thing. Four years in a row, not bad.

I had a plan (the almighty pattern) for this post. I've been drafting it on and off in my head for the past few days. I knew the date was approaching, I knew I had to sit here once again, figure out something to say and remember how to do Markdown links.

However, before I get to the main bit (fear the pattern) something rather interesting happened... Read more

It's been another year since I last posted here. Apparently I am now an annual blogger. Never my intention, but better than nothing.

Sitting down to write something feels completely alien. Only the significance of this date is keeping me focused. Read more

It's been exactly a year since I last posted here. A far cry from the posting volume I managed during my attempt(s) at Project52. I can't even blame Twitter, I barely write there either.

I noticed a few weeks ago that this date was approaching, and I was hoping to find the time to put together something that represented the year I have had, but other things have got in the way. Read more

As already mentioned I have left my previous job and have moved on to pastures new.

These new pastures also happen to be somewhat familiar as it turns out I'm going to be spending a lot more time in the study of the flat I already inhabit.

I'm going freelance, flying solo, founding a company, starting a business, or however else you like to phrase the risky exchange of a consistent salary in favour of more creative freedom. Read more

My recent job change has got me thinking about the tools I choose to do common tasks, and how these can influence customer experience.

The clever amongst you are probably already doing this, but it dawned on me recently when I needed to produce a quick sitemap at work. Read more

Marco Arment wrote recently about overdoing the interface metaphor. You should go and read it for yourself if you haven't already.

The example he uses is the OSX Calculator.app which mimics a real-life object almost exactly. By definition then, it is also not as good as a piece of software designed without those limitations. Read more

After almost five years of service I will be leaving Binamic and moving on to pastures new.

Once I had finished sixth form I spent a few months dossing, skating and wasting money. By the end of it I was in desperate need of a job. Read more