In the early '80s, the arcade game Pac-Man was twice as popular as oxygen.

Short of finding a place on the witness protection programme, you don't get many opportunities to completely reinvent your life. Going to university changes that. Away from home, away from parents, away from anyone who remembers you from school, you can pretend to be far cooler and more experienced than you are.

We humans are great at creating tools with unforeseen consequences. For instance, when we invented the wheel, we had no way of knowing we were also laying the foundations for the TV show 'Top Gear.'

Online, you play at being yourself.

Humans will always babble. If someone wants to tweet that they can't decide whether to wear blue socks or brown socks, then fair enough. But when sharing becomes automated, I get the heebie-jeebies.

If the Walkman had, by default, silently contacted your friends and told them what you were listening to, not only would no one have bought a Walkman in the first place, its designers would have been viewed with the utmost suspicion.

God, people say 'Black Mirror' was horrible - it's nothing compared to the stuff that happens in 'Grimms' Fairy Tales.' It's mind-bending.

We don't sit down and look at the news pages and think, 'How could we do an episode about that?'

I remember I was changing to one phone from another and going through my old contact details, and so I was having to delete duplicate numbers to make room, and up came the name of someone who died, and... it felt hard to delete the name.

It's a remarkable pace of which things change and adapt, and it's hard for us to keep up with as a species.

My brain knows best-before dates are a con; my panicky gut treats them like a nuclear countdown.

'MasterChef''s preliminary stages deliver just the right level of almost-drama for viewers feeling shagged out after a hard day's fruitless existence.

'MasterChef' delivers all the reassuring, cadenced repetition of an endless chore without any of the bothersome elbow grease.

My bookshelves chiefly function as a snapshot of what I was reading prior to the invention of the Kindle.

What's odd about the selfie stick is that while it might faintly improve the photo you'll post on Facebook, it definitely makes you seem like a shallow, awful clown to any bystanders in the humdrum physical space you're posing in.

Amplifying body-image issues, profiting from anxiety, and employing virtual slaves in sweatshops are bad enough, but the fashion industry is also actively hastening the destruction of the very Earth we walk on. It insists on launching fresh collections each season, declaring yesterday's range obsolete on a whim.

The fashion industry is the worst possible vessel for conveying an ethical message about anything.

Getting a moral lecture from the fashion industry is like Jeffrey Dahmer criticising your diet.

The fashion industry is an immense cultural and social blight that only gets a free pass because its would-be detractors are scared it'll start criticising their haircut.

People bemoan the loss of watercooler chat, but I think that there's more of that than ever. It's just that it's online.

I never really thought of myself as a TV critic. I was presenting TV before I was writing about it.

I do worry about civil unrest, or complete collapse of society, or having to flee, or Europe falling into a war.

My career path is like crazy paving - it goes all over the place.

If someone doesn't respond to a phone call, I think they've died.