I’m not claiming that I manifested the glitch in the Air Traffic Control system at the end of the summer because I’m so deeply attuned to the natural and digital world that my worries actualised as a blip on the radar. But I might have done. Fortune, fate or actualisation intervened and, because of that glitch, it wasn’t possible for me to fly. Phew!
I say phew because, with only a few working days left to go before needing to travel to a cyber-resilience event, the organisers unilaterally changed the title of the upcoming discussion. That’s without consultation or agreement with the firm sponsoring the panel session. Or, indeed, agreement with all the panellists.
Now, that might seem odd and inconvenient, but hardly the stuff of nightmares. Until you learn that the agreed title was sensible and intelligible, whereas the revised title was none of those things. It was, as one fine wordsmith put it, “a lot of old guff”.
But wait, it gets
