WAKING up with a hangover so virulent it has developed its own head which protrudes from my neck shouting abuse, I reflect on my correspondence with The Times newspaper this week.
In an article entitled ‘The dangers of AI are real indeed’ a columnist wrote:
‘This week on my social media feed I witnessed frighteningly convincing footage of the Archbishop of Canterbury appearing to run semi-naked through the streets of Westminster clutching two near-empty bottles of rum, headbutting a police constable who attempted to accost him, simulating the sex act with a passing Alsatian and then shinning up a lamppost, pulling down his underwear and defecating with gay abandon.
‘This was clearly AI at its most insidious, convincing in its verisimilitude but calculated to damage the reputation of one