In 1911 Winston Churchill, the new First Lord of the Admiralty began to switch the Navy’s most powerful battleships from coal to oil power. He did so in the face of withering scepticism from the naval establishment. Just a few years before, Lord Selborne, one of his predecessors, had thundered that “the substitution of oil […]
Over the past 18 months I have been working in near-stealth mode on a mobile app called Pearlshare. This week sees its friends and family launch for iPhone. What is Pearlshare, and why am I convinced the world needs it?
On my last trip through London Heathrow Terminal 5 BAA was (un)wise enough to ask me for feedback on the experience. I so much enjoyed writing down my thoughts that I decided to replicate them here.
For five frantic days at the end of January the jeweled ski resort of Davos transforms itself into a fantasy concption of the centre of world influence. A five-year Davos veteran, this year I transformed myself into Davos Man, or rather Davos Blogger. I have tried to give some idea of what it’s actually like to attend: the rigid pecking order, the circles within circles, the transport chaos, the missing constituencies, the Occupy WEF movement, the Ukrainian presidential bodyguard who tried to manhandle me out of the toilets. Only problem is, it took so damn long to write each night that I didn’t go to a single party. So not that realistic after all…
Each year, on the second Sunday in March, a 42km cross-country ski race rips through some of Switzerland’s most amazing scenery. For many years I lead a group of up to 60 people taking part, calling ourselves the Engadin Marathonistas, who raised over £100,000 for various charities.
In 2004 I was among a group of climbers commended by the Royal Humane Society for our attempted mountain rescue of a fatally injured mountain biker in Bolivia the previous summer.