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Here is a little poem I wrote on the bus on my way to see the optician — a homage to the late, great Spike Milligan. Mind you, he’d probably say, if I can see the optician, why am I bothering to go? Hello,I’m a crow,Now I said it,It’s time to go,Time does flyAnd so…
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Recently, on the day of Charlie Kirk’s funeral, I conducted my own unintentional yet revealing experiment that exposed critical flaws in how AI systems handle information. When the AI model Claude went Colonel Kurtz, taking inspiration from bomb 20 from Dark Star, it accused me of fabricating evidence, spreading fake news and having a full-blown…
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One at a Time – a series of posts where I examine a single image. Today it’s Lady in Red. It’s said that a picture is worth a thousand words, but here I don’t think we need that many, for the single abiding theme is drama. Why is the woman in red so pensive? Surely…
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A Promising Concept Held Back by Missing Essentials At this stage in my career, what you might charitably call an “industry veteran”, teaching myself new tricks can feel a bit like training a chicken how to abseil – it’s cruel, and may well end in tears. Currently, I’m trying to get to grips with a…
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Perhaps I no longer know who I am, and why the sudden revelation, you may well ask. Perhaps for far too long, I have considered what I do so intrinsically ephemeral I feel it has no value when it does not clear my high bar. One that I so rarely reach. I assume, like all…
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One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s the turn of Dogs Bollocks. I think this picture is the dogs’ bollocks, but I would say that, wouldn’t I? Joking aside, it’s a great example of how street photography can lift the mundane daily life…
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Hang on, mate,I’m old, not obsolete,Still rather nifty,Still on my feet. I’m nearer fifty than seventy,Yet you’re convincedI’m running on empty. Last year’s model,That I may be,Yet there is no shortage ofAbility. Give me a chance,Still, I can danceAnd carry a tune,Yet you want to banish meFrom the workroom. When all is told,Do I make…