My review of Home in Leeds didn’t go down well with the owners. Then I agreed to do a stint for charity in their kitchen …

The theme was bacchanalia, complete with medusas and centaurs flirting. Sadly, I turned up in a suit, which led to some awkward moments …

There was a ceremonial untwining of a braid and mutual friends vowed to support us in our individual lives. I’d urge anybody in a similar position to give it a try

Chef Imad Alarnab has brought his Syrian Kitchen to London, making it possible for me to do my bit by stuffing my face

Fitness trackers are the boring cusp of the quantified self movement – but surely the true self can’t be found through wearable tech

I am sad I will miss the website’s second live event – if only because it would provide test subjects for my study on the correlation between assets and stupidity

In the first of a new weekly column, Rhik Samadder reveals the horrific truth about his Amazon Echo, as well as his David Bowie and Kodak moments