Hello. I’m Neil McIntosh, and this is my weblog. This site reflects my views on whatever crosses my path, and so it doesn’t follow much of a set menu. Indeed, of late, it’s less a blog and more an erratic collection of links to stuff I find interesting. I wish I had the time to do more.
Who am I? I’m editor of WSJ.com Europe, the European edition of the Wall Street Journal’s website. I joined The Journal in January 2009, launched the new edition the following month, and things have continued to be pretty hectic since. The europe.WSJ.com team is based at Dow Jones’ London HQ, in the City of London.
Previously I was part of the management team at the award-winning guardian.co.uk, latterly as head of editorial development. I helped build strategy and led the launch of new features between 2004 and 2008, including major audio and video initiatives. I also oversaw the development of the Guardian’s pioneering network of blogs, having been an early adopter of blogging as a form of journalism – I started Onlineblog with Jack Schofield and Vic Keegan in 2001.
In the past, I’ve worked as a reporter, feature writer, production journalist and columnist. I joined the Guardian as deputy editor of its technology section in 1999, and spent five happy years following Apple Computer, digital media, telecoms and consumer electronics affairs around the world.
Back in the early to mid 90s, I studied journalism at Napier University, Edinburgh, writing my dissertation on the advent of digital journalism, in which I was occasionally correct but a little too obsessed by the future for animated GIFs. In 2006 I completed a Masters in Business Administration from the Open University, specialising in strategy, finance, creativity and innovation, and technology management. I hardly once mentioned animated GIFs there.
I’m a fellow of the Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce (RSA), and a founder member of the Frontline Club for journalists in London. I don’t get to visit either nearly often enough.
I live in London with my wife Mary, sons Alan and James, and cat Ginny. All indulge my love of football, and occasionally pose for photographs, although only one takes bribes in the form of shreds of chicken. I’ll leave you to work out which.
