Just randomly dawned on me that I haven’t met anyone called Imogen in many years.
Are any of you out there?
Do you still exist?
Just randomly dawned on me that I haven’t met anyone called Imogen in many years.
Are any of you out there?
Do you still exist?
Putting aside the political angle, which I try to stay relatively neutral on whilst writing here, this graffiti in Manchester city centre provides a remarkably solid foundation for living life more generally.

For knowledge-based questions, it seems logical to assume that you’re more likely to ask an AI tool about things that you don’t know much—if anything—about than things you do.
That inherently means that you’re less likely to know whether what it’s telling you is correct or not, or how to check. We’ll call it the Altman Paradox.
Check your facts, kids.
Just stopped at a train station and used the toilet but the toilet paper was worse than the schools of the 1960s and 1970s… It should be a legal requirement that any toilet roll in public places must be a minimum of two-ply, if not more.

Just seen this little guy on my commute and managed to stand still long enough to photograph him. Cute, ain’t he?