It’s Trustee week – and AI me is still busy
Am still enjoying playing around with AI and creating images of what it thinks I look like. Unmistakably me - but not. Think I preferred the dashing young fella in the last blog
AI weirdness, drug related deaths, combatting racism and building community cohesion
Had a spring clean of the website - thanks as ever to the wonderful Vicky. Who also encouraged me to add some images to my blogs and further encouraged me to play around with Chat GPT. And this was the result - I asked it to get a suitable image of me developing a strategy,
In plain site – not even hiding these days
Summer is drawing to a close and what crazy times we seem to be living in. I watched Chris Mason of the BBC interview Ed Davey of the Lib-Dems at their party conference. Mason was clearly affronted that the BBC have been called out for giving Farridge and Reform an almost uncritical platform for much of
40 years – in the blink of an eye….
It was the summer of 1985 - I'd scraped some underwhelming A level results and managed to blag a place at Brighton Polytechnic. Didn't really have a plan - and spent the first year sleeping on a friends floor in Coldean wondering what on earth I'd let myself in for. Managed to get to
August storms, strolls and shenanigans
Right - plans to have the July and August off were rudely interrupted by a former colleague asking me to help out with a governance review of a charity they chair. Given that it fell into my work priority of category of 'people I like and projects that are interesting' - I couldn't say no.
Five Years of Freelancing…..yikes
Blimey - it has now been 5 years since I entered the world of freelancing / consultancy. Not a clue at the time what that meant really but knew it was time for a change. 10 years left to make a difference and whilst still enjoying my time at CGL - i needed something knew.
(still) Alive and Kicking
"news of my death are greatly exaggerated" - as Mark Twain once said. A phrase that unexpectedly entered my life over the last few weeks. It transpired that someone with a very similar name to me (indeed also often referred to as Mike P) had died playing squash. We had both played at the same
Toilets
As spring (or dotage) approaches I realise increasingly that I seem to live in a world that I no longer understand. But every single time I have turned on the radio, tried to watch the news or opened a paper it is dominated by men obsessing about toilets, and who should go where. Or in
Mad March Hair & April Fool’s
I promise I'm not just going to wang about President Dump - but jeez. Deliberately raising prices for your 'own people' when you promised to bring them down seems as reckless a piece of economic self-harm for the US as Brexit was for us. As ever - it'll be the poorest who suffer the most,
No – it was sh*t televesion….
Welcome to the March offering of stuff that's currently in my head. It'll touch on work, music and life in general - but like almost every other civilised sentient being it would be impossible to pretend that global politics is also not dominating much of my brainpower. Other people have written at great length about
