When you are reading this, I’ll be holding my first child in my arms. Content. Relieved. And probably quite sleep-deprived, finding it hard to credit how James, my partner in crime, seems able to doze through our baby girl’s piercing cries in the night. (And yet a phone notification of a Leeds goal — albeit a rare occurrence — would no doubt elicit an instant reaction.) However I’m writing this back in February. It’s the early hours of the morning

I’ve just returned from our quarterly trip to Washington DC, and find I keep reflecting on a lunch I enjoyed on Wednesday. Six of us were sat round a table, perusing the menu and shooting the breeze in the usual way, different topics of conversations eddying between us without a real theme. We discussed crows (whether birds estimated to be three times the size of normal crows could really be crows); children (what ages were the easiest or most difficult

This was a question I found myself asking recently when my car battery died for the second time in a fortnight. It was nine in the evening, and with a long day of work behind me I was desperate to get to the supermarket to buy some food — it’s not hard to imagine my mood! Instead, I had a rummage in my freezer and managed to find something worth eating. I stuck it in the oven and sat down

I imagine most of us can think of a time when we delayed looking at our bank account, fearing what the sequence of digits might read compared to our last check. Maybe we have woken up feeling groggy, with a few gaps in our memory and the burgeoning effects of a night out. Or maybe we’ve enjoyed a day in town, paying cash for a haircut, tapping the debit card here and there in the shops and beeping the smartphone

Science fiction is not a genre that has ever done much for me. Space travel, however, regularly conjures similar enjoyable feelings of escapism to the psychedelic carpet ride of some Bowie songs. One of those waves of emotion was triggered during the past Christmas holidays as I was lying on a sofa, half comatose after washing down yet another food marathon with plenty of my mother’s home-brewed ‘Nocino’ liquor. While heroically trying to both stay awake and flip channels on

“It is tough to make predictions, especially about the future.” This pithy remark has been attributed variously to American baseball player Yogi Berra, Danish physicist Niels Bohr, and even Mark Twain. Regardless of origin, it can be readily applied to the science – or, as I shall argue, the art – of economic forecasting. When attempting to predict future values of any economic time series it is worth giving at least some thought to its order of integration. Over some

Millennials, listen up! Quit the gym, forget the morning trip to the coffee shop, cancel your Netflix subscription, and scrap your plans to go on a ‘bouji cruise’ – you might just save enough to put down a deposit on a house, according to British TV presenter Kirstie Allsopp. The Location, Location, Location host put the cat amongst the pigeons this week with her comments in a national newspaper advising young people how to get onto the property ladder. It

A decade ago this could’ve been the sci-fi spin off from the cult classic Snakes on a Plane. Today it is reality. As the rich venture into space, should we be celebrating their achievements or be wary of the path they’re laying for our future? Commercial interests in space aren’t new. Private companies have been operating in the industry from the early 1960s since the launch of the satellite Telstar 1, which enabled the first live broadcasts between the US

The couple of days after returning home from a business trip always feel similar. Home is where you let things slide, while the fight-or-flight hormones drain out of your body. Home is where you flop and wallow, where you can be listless and without drive. Where you can be fallow. And that is just what you need. I know this, but it still surprises me every time it happens. Returning in December from a hectic week on the east coast

The third Monday in January is officially considered to be the most depressing day of the year, known as “Blue Monday”, when memories of Christmas are fading, temperatures are low, days are dark, and the next bank holiday cannot arrive soon enough. This year’s Blue Monday fell on the Monday that has just passed. The definition of Blue Monday was established in 2004 at the request of a UK-based travel booking company, and is allegedly based on a mathematical formula,