Writing the NoGood book

Some twenty-odd years ago I’d spend hours on end in my bedroom, in the attic of our house, my big, boxy, self-built computer humming reassuringly on the floor beside my feet. I hung out on forums, wrote reviews about music, and built little websites about everything that interested me—chucking them out after two weeks to pursue new ways of building things, writing things. I’d spend evenings…