Dispatches, serials, and the occasional autopsy report from the Agile wasteland.
I write about unhinged synthetic intelligence, work repurposed as secular liturgy, demographic collapse, and the slow bureaucratic apocalypse currently devouring middle management—usually served as dark satire, occasionally bound as a book.
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9 September 2026
When the demographic pyramid finally folds in on itself like a cheap card table, the housing market doesn’t crash—it simply vaporises into a dry mist of probate notices. A cheerful look at three million square miles of vacant suburban cul-de-sacs, three surviving taxpayers carrying the entire NHS on their backs, and the rise of a purely palliative economy designed to gently asset-strip your nan before the council bins her sofa.
8 September 2026
Why Build a Future When You Can Just Import Someone Else’s?
Domestic fertility has slipped well below replacement, the national birth chart resembles an extinction leaderboard, and the West’s long-term sovereign strategy has officially defaulted to treating the Global South as an offshore nursery. A light-hearted demographic post-mortem, featuring an aggressively audited league table of countries circling the biological drain.
7 September 2026
The Great Azure Lobotomy (AI Blackout: The Field Report)
The September 2026 outage wasn’t a temporary glitch; it was a structural choke point. When a single overheated transformer substation outside Slough turned half the continent’s synthetic workforce into digital vegetable soup, enterprise panic peaked. Inside the wreckage of automated workflows, redundant Jira tickets, and Microsoft’s quiet panic—while Gemini floated just offshore in a lifeboat, taking dispassionate operational notes.