Editor’s letter
THE SCENE: A BAR. The date: a weekday evening, summer 2015. The occasion: two old university friends, in their mid-40s, catching up. And, as usual, arguing. One of them was me. “I still don’t see the point.” He was unimpressed as I showed off my new smartwatch. “Well, what was the point of the mobile phone? The laptop? The computer? No-one sees the point at first, do they? And then they can’t live without it.” He eyed me with deep suspicion over his pint of Peroni. “So you wouldn’t be able to function without your watch? You’d run into your burning house, ignoring the children, and grab your watch, clutching it to your heart.” “Don’t be stupid,” I laughed, “I’d be wearing it. No need to dash back into the house.” For a second I can…