https://www.theguardian.com/world/shortcuts/2017/jun/05/how-close-can-you-get-to-a-tornado A tornado touches down near Three Hills Alberta, and a flurry of footage appears on the web. But…
The west’s throwaway culture has spread waste worldwide: but we can stop it: the Guardian, March 2017
Supersonic flight: will it ever rise out of the ashes of Concorde?
Flying at twice the speed of sound was the preserve of the super-rich. If supersonic flight roars back to the…
Ray guns: will they ever be more than cool toys?
Humans have dreamed of weaponised lasers since HG Wells first mooted them. Should we be careful what we wish for?…
Hoverboards: why they haven’t got off to a McFlying start
The gadgets inspired by Back to the Future Part II’s floating skateboards have failed to deliver (For the Guardian piece,…
Flying cars: why haven’t they taken off yet?
Despite their potential, no one has managed to take them from flight of fancy to everyday reality (For the Guardian…
The best craft ale pubs in London, Conde Nast Traveller
https://www.cntraveller.com/article/best-craft-ale-pubs-in-london BEER REBELLION, GIPSY HILL One of the original ‘pop-up’ brew pubs of the past decade, BR grew from…
Holograms: are they still the preserve of science fiction?
A projected Princess Leia in Star Wars suggested a 3D future, but we’ll have to wait a while before we…
Jetpacks: why aren’t we all flying to work? The Guardian, June 2018
A shorter, published version is here on the Guardian website. Those of a certain age may remember the opening ceremony…
The UK’s 50 best Sunday lunches: contributor
My Best Shot: The Wolf of Main Street
For the Guardian https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2018/jan/25/david-yarrow-best-photograph-wolf-wild-west-saloon ‘I asked the barman if he minded me bringing a wolf into the bar. “What’ll he…
My Best Shot: Mitch Dobrowner’s best photograph: a monster landspout in Kansas
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2017/sep/20/mitch-dobrowner-best-photograph-monster-tornado-kansas It was early evening, maybe six o’clock, when we stopped the van. The storms usually fire up at…
