You're very welcome. Here's this week's opus:
The digital kids are all right; it's adults who need iSaving (Jan. 8)
It's obvious, when you think about it, that England would have something called a children's commissioner. We have commissioners for the church and the health service and the trees and every other damn thing, so naturally we are going to have one for the kiddies.
The job of commissioner Anne Longfield is to run an ethnically diverse operation, with a website featuring every different type of child from every type of background. There are photographs of N'boto, recently arrived from Somalia, and Araminta from Notting Hill and Piggy from Lord of the Flies and it's all too lovely for words.
But behind the pretty pictures there's a serious job to be done: making sure that children's rights are upheld and that their "views are taken seriously". So there you are, kids: if your mum and dad or mum and mum since this is 2017 won't let you watch Celebrity Big Brother, forget Childline. Call the commissioner.
Last week she was busy explaining to anyone who'd listen that the internet is not designed for children. Really? I only ask because so far as I can tell they are the only ones who can work it properly.
I've seen toddlers who can't even walk hooking up their parents' new smart televisions to the web, and kids so young that they are happy to sit in a puddle of their own making skittling about on the surface of an iPad as if they are trying to get the Starship Enterprise started after a particularly grueling battle with the Romulans.
Yesterday my son replaced his iPhone with a Samsung, which even I know can talk to each other in the same way a Frenchman can talk to a Danish pastry. I asked if he knew how to transfer his data across the great electronic divide and he looked at me as if I might be a bit simple.
The truth is, though, that when it comes to the web, adults are a bit simple. For months my telephone demanded that I update its innards and eventually I decided to comply, which means that every single thing is now unusual. My email chains are upside down, so I don't know who started them, my photographs are stored in albums that make no sense and my music is accessible only if I'm first of all prepared to spend a couple of hours rummaging around in Jennifer Lawrence's groin on the cloud.
This means I have to learn how to do stuff all over again and this is where adults have the problem. Most teenagers do not have a clue how to clean a gun or wire a plug or much of anything at all. Their heads are full only of thoughts about vodka and sex, which means there's plenty of spare capacity for apps and AirDrops and iMessaging.
My head, on the other hand, has spent 56 years absorbing stuff, which means that now it is full to the brim. So if I learn how to play my music through my car stereo, another nugget of information must be erased from the memory banks.
This is a worry. Because it could mean I end up learning how to put an interesting article in a box and post it on Twitter. But as a result forget where Germany is. Or that economy class on a plane is terrible.
The children's commissioner is very worried that kids are signing up to all sorts of stuff on the net without realising just how invasive the results will be. She says children don't read terms and conditions and wouldn't understand them even if they did.
I don't for a moment doubt that this is true. But does she think adults fare any better? I mean, if you sign up for Apple iTunes, the legal document, if printed out, would run to 56 pages. Nobody has the time to absorb such a thing, and even if they did, imagine how much other important knowledge would have to be ejected to make room.
I have literally no idea what I'm doing when I blunder about on the internet. I buy a film from iTunes that for some reason iTunes then keeps. I'm only allowed to watch it if I have wi-fi, and if I give Apple a password, which is never good enough so I have to get another, which is sent to my email along with an assumption that I'll be able to cut and paste it into the correct Apple password box.
You didn't get any of that when you bought a DVD from HMV. The shop assistant put it in a bag. You went home, put it in your machine and watched it. You didn't have the ghost of Steve Jobs asking you to prove who you were before you were allowed to enjoy what was legally yours. But is the film I've downloaded legally mine? I don't know because I haven't read the 56-page legal document. Which is why I'm still quite good at Pointless.
The children's commissioner says that if teenagers realised what they were signing up to when they joined Instagram they'd all run a mile. But my betting is that they wouldn't. Because how else would they send one another pictures of their parts? In the post? They are probably dimly aware that when they sign up to any site, or any app or any feature on the net, someone somewhere immediately knows who they are and where they live and what they like to do at weekends. And they are also probably dimly aware that this information could one day be hacked by the Russians.
And you know what they'd say to that? "So what?" Because who cares if Mr Putin knows they like to go to Topshop on a Saturday and that they're a size 12.
I guess it's the same story for all of us. The internet is a big bag of brilliance. But it comes with a downside. Soon, everyone everywhere will be able to find out everything you've ever done, thought, bought or said.
Sadly, however, if the government goes ahead with its new press regulatory ideas, the newspapers will be able to report none of it.
Which seems to be a bigger story than the children's commissioner's worries about kids talking to one another on Snapchat.