We live in the age of the instant take. No sooner has a story broken than a thousand opinions colonise the timeline, each one more certain, more outraged and more comprehensively wrong than the last. Speed has become not just a virtue but an obligation. To pause, to reflect, to say 'I don't yet know' is to be left behind.
This column is my small act of resistance. I do not know whether the government's economic plan will work. I do not know whether the new immigration policy will prove humane or calamitous. I suspect no one does yet. But I refuse to pretend otherwise.
Slowness is not passivity. It is precision. The best journalism I have ever read has always been characterised by a willingness to hold complexity, to resist the tidy verdict, to let the story breathe. That is what I will try to do here, every week, regardless of the algorithm.