Eoghan O'Neill

A company called The Centre for Brand Analysis have published a list of the top 20 coolest brands. It has gained extensive coverage a...

I had the misfortune of standing next to three dreadfully posh girls on the Overground this morning. They were about sixteen. Their chat was...

I'm quite particular in who I follow on Twitter, and who I place on lists. I regularly cull anyone who tweets too much, or tweets rubbis...

Yesterday Ben Goldacre's Bad Science  plopped on the mat, and over the next little while it will be competing with all the other unfinis...

This week I've been smacked sideways three times by three of the most interesting articles I've read all year. I just had to link t...

I thought I'd just throw a few things together about some of the developments in social media market research over the last few months, ...

Mark Earls is clearly in the wrong profession. He's an ad man by trade, but Herd: How to change mass behaviour by harnessing our true n...

It would be unfair to expect Camille to live up to the first encounter on seeing her a second time. Her new show, Chameleon, carries on whe...

The cross-dressing Markus Makavellian (Drew Taylor to his family) flounces onto stage and confides that he's going to talk about poo. Sa...

I'm not going to bother with preamble. The Impressionist Gardens  exhibition at the National Gallery of Scotland is brilliant. It's ...

My Fringe kicked off on Sunday with Julien Cottereau at the welcome addition to festival venues, the Spiegeltent rip-off run by Assembly (a ...

At the election hustings I attended for Hampstead & Kilburn in April, Labour candidate (and now MP) Glenda Jackson impressed me to a sur...