Last night, late on Friday, I asked ChatGPT what was on in Bristol on Saturday, and it told me about the Windrush event, about which I have written. When I am guided somewhere, it always follows the same formula: the subject matter may not have been totally exciting, but if I get drawn to it, a bit like being sucked into a vacuum cleaner, then I go and don't ask questions about why. I have done...
Bristol on a sunny day
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