We have mixed emotions when a new naming brief comes in. It’s going to be exciting, but it’s not going to be easy.
(The app that is.) Although one day I might get round to eulogising about the he-man novelist too.
There are plenty of apps for writers out there.
We’ve penned words for all kinds of things — books, leaflets, posters, taxi sides, treasure hunts, sleeping masks, pencils, websites, biscuits, mobile phone UIs, and tubs of ice cream.
What a 17-year-old book on the language of technology means today.
On Saturday mornings, I’ll often be found in Leamington’s Oxfam Books and Music on Regent Street.
OK, I’ll come clean, numbers are not my forté. To me, they’re just confusing marks best left to bookkeepers and accountants.
OK, I’ll come clean. I have a bit of a CD habit. Well, a lot of a CD habit. I visit a music store in Leamington called Head (formerly Fopp) most weekends.
A couple of months ago, I bought the most exquisite set of cordless home phones I’ve ever owned.