It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for the FTWeekend to fit through my letterbox.
FTWeekend has a new “distribution partner” that delivers in a compostable bag. This is A Good Thing as hitherto a clairvoyant had to decide whether to deliver in a stout plastic wrapper (above) or au naturel secured by a rubber band. Wrong call, wet morning, and I got raw material for a pink papier-mâché maquette. Through a good old-fashioned cock-up the new delivery firm was told to put my copy through the letter box; so no FT for me.
When I started working, if it can be called that, in the City I was allowed a longish lunch hour. Often it was spent queuing at the bank to extract some of the folding stuff, so essential in those days, or at a travel agent to buy a train ticket or book a holiday. Today I spent a few minutes at ft.com/help and on Saturday the compostable FTWeekend will be on the porch, I hope. The wrapper is made of potato starch, in case you’re interested.
My Bellew grandfather (1890 – 1981) used to say that not much changed in his lifetime. So much has changed since he died. Unlike my brother and sister he would have kept up; sorry sibs, you are not at the cutting edge of technology. Today technology is a boon and a threat. Tom Tugendhat MP said this morning that he had been told by “a friend at GCHQ” that his gmail address was more secure than his parliamentary email address. So what can we do to protect ourselves?
For a start get this nifty little gadget that redacts personal data – like so.
