I am in New York City, at JFK. At the check-in desk, a young woman with a ponytail is taking deep breaths and pointedly adding “Sir” or “Madam” to her repeated apology for the lateness of the plane. The room is crowded and the mood is ugly. Some of the passengers are expressing deeply unpleasant views about Mexicans, pinkos, and snowflakes...
No one will judge me censoriously, I think, if I say that it has been an annus horribilis this year. In many ways, it continues to be for a whole slew of reasons, many of which I prefer not to discuss right now but a near-death experience for me and the dreadful loss of my beautiful younger brother, Derm, just 48 when first struck down were chief among them...
The petulant blockade, relaxed by Obama but reinstated by President Trump is really hitting the Cuban people, with prices for even basic products exorbitant because of the cost of getting them into the country. Thanks to Virgin Atlantic you can help make a difference...
"Be greeted psychoneurotics! For you see sensitivity in the insensitivity of the world, uncertainty among the world’s certainties..."
Today, I had a meeting in Berkeley Square. It was a beautiful, gloriously sunny day in central London. On the south side of the square – a fine example of a Georgian square that typifies Mayfair, Soho and other neighbourhoods in the centre – is a cocktail bar called Be At One...
Eugene Costello's day out tree-planting at Walsall Society for the Blind with Chris Collins off that Blue Peter, thanks to Octopus Energy
In the week I lost my brother AND my iPhone, the kindness of strangers has been a huge support...
Octopus might just be the best place I have ever worked. Fact. Probably. The offices overlook Golden Square in the heart of west Soho…
Well, here’s a funny thing. Back in December, I received exceptional customer service from Kelly at Octopus Energy. So much so, in fact, I was moved to write a blog post about it, and that is something I only do about every three months or so.
If you’re a divorced dad, you might feel society doesn’t fully acknowledge your role...
The freelance update section of Gorkana is fertile ground for rootling out nuggets of entitlement and braggadocio, I always find...
Last night, building on the momentum brought into sharp focus by a piece I wrote for Press Gazette on the insidious practice of Payment on Publication (POP, piece here: Pop, go the weasel words...), a group of freelances assembled at NUJ headquarters, Headland House, in London, to discuss ways in which to keep the pressure up on publishers to deal fairly with those who fill their pages, and help them to make vast profits.
In a hard-hitting piece, NUJ president Tim Dawson said: "Eugene Costello has done us a great favour by researching and writing an excellent piece on the pernicious practice of payment on publication. Like a spark falling on dry tinder, his efforts have set social media aflame..."
A cartoon of Stephen Hawking shuffling off his mortal coil and stepping into the cosmos was, I thought, a lovely tribute. Turns out that some people have found offence in it...
Sometimes I see a piece of writing that is so perfect that, first, I think "I wish I had written that". And, second, if I were being paid to edit it, I would metaphorically give a long, low whistle of admiration and refuse to change a single word of the copy. Today was one of those days...
Taking two journeys through Havana in ‘almendrones’ — the pre-1959 imported American gas-guzzlers that survived the Revolution — I found two very different pictures of Cuba painted by my drivers…
