Seriously, if I switched on the TV and they were showing live footage of an army of fire-breathing pterodactyls machine-gunning people to death on the streets of London right outside my door, I'd be horrified, but not entirely surprised, nor any more scared than I already am. I'd probably just shrug and wait for them to smash the door down. We're so screwed, I don't even know what to worry about first.

Technology is a global thing and wherever you go, people are prodding the same devices and worrying in the same way and have had their lives slightly altered in the same way.

There's something I find very satisfying about a nice ironic twist.

I suppose kids probably know less boredom these days - or at least a different kind of boredom.

People gravitate towards their own era, nostalgia therapy is a real thing that's being tinkered with.

Whenever anything nice happens in the world I always expect something appalling to happen immediately afterwards.

"Be Right Back," in which Hayley Atwell brings Domhnall Gleeson back from the dead using his social-media profile, sprang out of an unrelated conversation. Other stories you thrash away at for weeks and weeks.