Well, we’ve spent the summer dipping into the amuse bouches of the Lions in Australia, England in the Americas and the pool stages of the women’s World Cup. But now, it’s time to sit down at the banqueting table for the real deal: the return of the PWR and the Premiership.
Having spent nearly thirty years of my life banging on keyboards in an effort to persuade various computers to do what I want, not what I said, I retain a somewhat geeky interest in computer-related developments. It probably comes as no surprise, then, that I find the AI explosion over the last couple of years fascinating (while retaining a degree of scepticism over its usefulness).
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I walk this empty street, on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams…
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Well, I can definitely skip the glute exercises at the gym tomorrow.
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That’s more like it. Third is ours to take, and second remains possible, if only technically.
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Well, that was incredibly disappointing, and yet, somehow, utterly inevitable.
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Four down, three to go…
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Called it: “From this point on, fear nobody; least of all Harlequins in two weeks.”
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I bloody love these trips to France: good food, good wine, fabulous company…
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an old grey dog 
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