Warmer outside

After work, to meet C at The White Horse, I planned to invite F, but I only got to it this morning, and it was a bit late for him. Steve P had suggested he might join us, but he had to travel to Austria for work. This is the first evening in a while that it doesn’t feel too cold to be standing outside. And, for some reason, for a lot of the time, we stood as the pub packed up its outside seats. By the night’s end, we liberated a couple of chairs to sit on.

The place was packed. The picture shows the end of the evening when most people had left. Earlier, there was no room at all. I am not sure why we continually hear stories of the declining London nightlife, as many times I have been to central London recently, all the places are packed.

We spent some of the time asking ChatGPT to describe us based purely on our interactions with it. I think it did a decent job. At one point, I asked, “Based on the information from our conversation history, can you generate a picture of me?” and I had to further prompt it to “Follow your gut feeling,” which seemed an odd thing to say to a computer. I think the resulting image is more flattering than not.

I managed to persuade her to leave at about 10:30pm so we didn’t have that one-too-many pint, and I could make the train home. On the way home, a snippet from The Economist on Daring Fireball, “On economics, Mr Trump’s assertions are flat-out nonsense”.