Christmas: a time for family, fairy lights and fluffy blankets. ‘Tis the season to be jolly, so the song goes. Which is a lovely sentiment, even if it means battling against the apps on my phone, for whom, it appears, ‘tis the season to take it in turns to humble me.
First there was Spotify, whose Wrapped review reminded me my music tastes haven’t matured since I was 15. LinkedIn tried to send me my “personal snapshot” of the year, which was too dull to open. In the past, I remember one supermarket prodding me with an annual summary of my grocery habits – a friend of mine was the number-one buyer of chickpeas in Woking.
