There I was last Thursday evening, settling in to watch the latest episode of whatever Marvel nonsense Disney had conjured up this week, when something happened that made me question every life choice that had led me to this moment. Thirty seconds into what I thought would be my relaxing wind-down viewing, I was suddenly watching an advert for car insurance. Car insurance! On a service I’m paying for! It’s like being charged entry to…
Right, so there I was last Tuesday night, three episodes deep into some Danish crime drama on Netflix when the credits rolled and I found myself staring at that dreaded screen—you know the one. The “Because you watched…” carousel of algorithmic desperation, suggesting I might enjoy something called “Love Island: The Musical” or a documentary about competitive dog grooming. Neither appealed, obviously. My finger hovered over the remote for what felt like an eternity before…