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Smartphone screen showing an incoming spoofed call from the fake number 07777 999999, accompanied by a red warning triangle and the text: “We’re not in the age of spoofing experiments. We’re in the age of spoofing infrastructure.”

Caller ID Is Dying. Long Live Caller ID.

Caller ID is no longer proof of identity. From spoofed mobile numbers to SIM swaps and grey-route attacks, the telecom trust model is crumbling. This post explores why caller ID can’t be trusted — and what telcos, regulators, and users must do to rebuild it.

A grieving woman sits on the edge of a bed with her face covered by her hand, partially turned away in a moment of private sorrow.

Widow’s Fire: The Grief No One Warned Me About

Widow’s Fire — the craving for intimacy after loss — is rarely talked about, yet deeply real. This honest and vulnerable reflection explores grief, guilt, desire, and the silence that surrounds the need to feel human again. You’re not broken. You’re not alone.

A digital balance scale weighing a glowing AI chatbot on one side and icons for streaming and social media platforms like YouTube and TikTok on the other, symbolising the debate over digital energy consumption.

Is AI Really the Energy Villain?

Is AI really the energy hog it’s made out to be? This blog explores the real energy impact of LLMs like ChatGPT, comparing it with always-on digital habits like YouTube, TikTok, and cloud gaming. Backed by data, this piece calls for balanced scrutiny, not headlines.

Claymation-style Easter Bunny wearing sunglasses, holding a basket of colourful eggs, with the text “Have a Hoppingly Humorous Easter.”

Hoppy Easter 2025

Celebrate Easter 2025 with a joyful collection of claymation-style memes, reimagining popular cultural moments with a humorous resurrection twist. From Vikings in the dessert aisle to JC dropping divine beats—this post brings laughter, faith, and fun together.

Illustration of a student shop assistant behind a counter, calling in a suspicious credit card using a wall phone, with a bottle of Port and a credit card on the counter.

Port, Paper, Scissors: A Code 10 Story

Back in the 90s, I worked retail to fund uni nights at the bar. One day, a man walked in, picked a cheap bottle of Port, and handed me a stolen card. I called “Code 10” — expecting a fight. What I got was something far more human… and unforgettable.