THERE REALLY IS NOTHING worse than an old man with a new toy. Rather belatedly, I have discovered the joys of ChatGPT — the artificial intelligence speech thingy which rather more hip columnists have long been banging on about. And since then, I have been conjuring merry mayhem.
The head of government relations was horrified when I used my own computer-generated talking points at a recent Commons meeting instead of his turgid, acronym-clogged script. A friend who