AI’s assault on the press

My father had a saying, an old Suffolk “saw”: “While fools go prating far and wide, we stops at ’ome, my dog and I.”

There is a certain truth in that. The world seems to be getting more “foolish”, and I am less convinced that prating far and wide – a public life of activism for its own sake, be it political or journalistic – makes much difference to the betterment of the human condition. And anything with “global” in its name makes me run for the hills.

For isn’t it in quietness – at ’ome – in the local places and with the little ordinary things – that goodness happens? And where goodness happens, change looks after itself.