Ah, a very good evening to you. You’ve caught me at quite an inopportune time – I’ve just arrived at the PureGym in Uttoxeter for a cardio workout.
I’m kidding, of course, I waited until I got here to start writing specifically in order to mention that I’m at the gym. What’s the point in making gains if you don’t tell anyone?
Anyway, I hope you’re well. I’m listening to Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls and eyeing up some of the talent. There’s certainly worse ways to spend a Thursday evening.
Before heading out I watched the OpenAI livestream, and I must say, we’re all doomed. At the rate AI is developing, I would wager good money that it’s only a matter of months before it can wipe your arse for you, if you’ll excuse the vulgarity. I wonder what future species will say when they discover our skeletons in an archaeological dig and realise we were the authors of our own demise. If they somehow manage to find a preserved copy of The Daily Telegraph, I’m sure they won’t be surprised at all.
I’ve had quite a busy week at work, so I’m looking forward to winding down over the weekend. Well, I say busy, that’s by my standards of course, so take it with a pinch of salt. I’m meeting a friend for dinner tomorrow, another friend for coffee on Saturday morning, and another friend for dinner on Saturday evening, so I’m looking forward to catching up with people I haven’t seen in a while. Of course, this is all followed by a long dog walk with Elia on Sunday. Well, if I don’t walk her she gets a bit restless, you see.
I’ve been reading Freedom by Angela Merkel recently, the longest serving female head of Government in the history of the world, who is objectively a fascinating woman. Well, you’d assume so, but I regret to report that she’s actually dull as fuck. I’m 100 pages into her book and so far I’ve learned she liked going to church and spending time with her Grandmother as a child. Blow me down Angela, remarkable stuff, but can we skip to the important stuff? Harsh, maybe, but I hate it when politicians think their lives are automatically interesting because they won an election. Well, unless you’re Boris Johnson that is – that chap is interesting whichever angle you observe him from.
I digress. The wealth of talent in this gym is unparalleled.
I’ll probably start tomorrow by walking Forest, followed by breakfast and a browse of The Times and The Financial Times (I read both now, as my intellectuality seemingly grows at the rate of a black hole). I’ll then head to the gym, before popping into Waitrose for a few bits. Hayley was moaning at me the other day because Waitrose is too expensive, so she did a Tesco shop instead and somehow spent £211, so she can shove that one up her arse. That should take me to around lunchtime, and I’m not yet sure how I’ll spend the afternoon before heading to dinner. Maybe a coffee shop and a book. Who knows? Probably not Freedom by Angela Merkel though. I’m using that to send me to sleep at the minute.
A few weeks ago, Carl and I bought the Monopoly game on my PS5, and it’s no understatement to say we’ve been averaging 4 or 5 games a week since. Donna actually informed me last week that she thought that we’d developed a code where asking for a game of Monopoly was really asking for sex, so I had to inform her that, unfortunately for me, it does literally mean a game of Monopoly. In fact, it’s not unfortunate at all – I fucking love Monopoly. I suppose it’s a good job that Carl does too.
My legs are getting a bit tired now. Believe it or not, I’ve been here for 30 minutes. I’ve been flicking between this and the FT, in all fairness – FT is short for Financial Times, for those of you not used to intellectualism. Anyway, I’m bored now. Speak soon. X
