I’m trying to write more often, but of course, like everyone, I write all the time.

Often into WhatsApp or other such places of scattershot, daily ephemera.

Below are a series of messages I wrote to a friend in America.

Do they deserve to be put on the very minor pedestal of a blog post, that may at least survive a few more years in being a viable and accessible bit of digiverse?

Though really the issue with WhatsApp, like with a lot of things, isn’t that it’ll be lost any time soon. It’s that there’s too much stuff, everywhere, all the time.

We are pinging out messages like crazed people dying at sea, half mad from ingesting salt water. Like the SFA said all those years ago, we’re drawing rings around the world.

Anyway, here’s some nonsense about Gladiators.

I’m writing to tell you the main news from England which is that gladiators is back.

It’s pretty much exactly the same except they got rid of the Scottish guy who shouted “Gladiators – ready!“ and replaced him with an English guy which ultimately I believe will lead to the break up of the United Kingdom.

Honestly it’s great. and it sort of makes sense to have it back as Britain now properly has a gym culture.

This it didn’t have when I watched it back in the nineties, when all the contestants would either be Jill, a lesbian PE teacher from Nuneaton, or Phil, an accountant who spends his weekends with the territorial army.

The new Gladiators are all great to be fair. My favourite female Gladiator is called Athena, and my favourite lad Gladiator is the baddie, Viper.

there are no non-binary gladiators as far as i can tell

Me, to Lauren, on WhatsApp earlier.