I’ve been the sole developer of Bidders Highway for something like a year and a half now. It’s been rewarding in many ways, if kind of lonely at times, and I suppose the distillation of it feels like “my skills and experience having coalesced into something that probably not everyone can do.” Good for introspection, not great for getting better at the craft. Velocity is off the charts and has been since day one, but my personal development (and, I suppose, career ‒ I’m at home in front of my screen...

An article came out recently, declaring the seven Swedes still playing in the Russian KHL “a shameful part of Swedish sports history.” I am in full agreement. This has to be the easiest moral choice in the world right now: you really shouldn’t be sportswashing an aggressive dictatorship currently engaged in a war of conquest, terror, and ethnic cleansing right on the border of your home country.

Many years ago, we went to London to watch football. Arsenal won, of course, so the game itself was sort of forgettable, and what ended up sticking mostly in my mind was the overall experience of Emirates Stadium. I would describe it as solid, pricey, and sort of… sterile? Modern oligarch-owned football trends towards expensive food and drink and a very exit-through-the-gift-shop atmosphere. That’s fine, I suppose! Football isn’t just about the game itself: it’s the pre-game beer, the jam-packed Underground station, the discussions afterwards. And of course, we did some more tourism while we were there. I remember Kew Gardens the most.