I WAS speaking to someone the other day who said they were embarking on a digital detox. That basically means they refrain from going on their phones, laptops or various forms of social media for, oh, about 55 minutes and then hop back on those phones, laptops and various forms of social media for the next nine hours to tell all and sundry what a life affirming, purifying process it was. It’s a bit like the golf writers abstaining from scribbling about the infernal LIV Golf Series saga.
Anyway, being a fairly old-fashioned oink – I still, for instance, get my updates on current affairs from grainy footage of John Craven’s Newsround – I find our gadgetry obsession befuddling.
