It is 7pm on a Wednesday and I’m walking through the streets of east London heading for a midweek dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary? Well, not quite. Tonight I’m off to meet a group of strangers who have been chosen for me by an algorithm. I have only the scantest details about who and where and how.
Weeks ago mysterious adverts started to crop up across my social media, for an app boasting alluring promises of a “magic encounter”. An app insisting it was different from traditional dating apps that lead to lacklustre one-on-one drinks and slouching off home alone.
Timeleft has already launched in several cities across Europe. Full disclaimer: it says it is not a dating app. Instead it’s billed, more nebulously,
