I don’t know who needs to read this, but wear the damn shorts

I have a TV in the bedroom whose sole purpose is to operate as a slideshow for Google photos (thank you Chromecast). Every morning as I’m getting ready for the day, I watch the screen change as it fills with memories from ten years’ worth of digital photos. It’s a daily trip into nostalgia, and, as I realised very recently, a daily exercise in self flagellation. Alongside my appreciation of the fun filled faces of...