When it’s time to put away childish things, does that include cutting-edge tech?
There’s more to it than every generation’s firmly held belief that they’re so much cooler than their folks. Ageing does change you. One minute you’re a surly teenager convinced the world is black and white; the next, you’re wearing tartan slippers without irony and shopping for a grey cardigan. So is it a sudden change, a mental meteorite strike that means you wake up one morning with your interest in popular music erased, a sudden desire to change every radio preset to Radio 4 and a strong urge to buy – and believe – the Daily Mail? Or is it a gradual process like coastal erosion, your teenage self disappearing in endless tiny increments until you realise that there’s more hair in your nose than on the top of your head? I think it’s the latter, because it’s happening to me. And alarmingly, it’s not just happening with popular music, radio stations and nasal hair. It’s happening with tech. It’s little things. I’m playing with a Twitter client that shows nearby people’s tweets on a map,
