There are two main schools of thought on AI in the Delingpole household. I, as the resident batshit-crazy reactionary tinfoil-hat loon, think that it is evil, indeed quite possibly satanic, and that everything would be much better if only we went back to horse transport, herbal salves and abacuses. And Boy Delingpole, representing technologically literate youth, thinks I’m an idiot, that AI is the future and quite mind-blowing in its potential to change everything. Probably we’re both right.

Personally, I don’t feel quite as threatened by AI as perhaps I should. More by accident than design, I seem to have ended up in one of the very few jobs that AI isn’t going to steal. I’ve seen AI attempt parodies of my writing and they’re just hopeless, like Dick Van Dyke essaying cockney. And I doubt if it were to pretend to be me doing my podcast it would be any better. I’m so random and disorganised and haphazard that even I don’t know what I’m going to be like from one minute to another or what I’m going to say because I’m too lazy to research or plan anything. What I used to think of as my general crapness I now realise is the superpower which is going to........

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