14/08/2026
It's that wonderful time of year where i get to spend the afternoon at our local trampoline place, surrounded by screaming children, making small talk with fellow parents who curse my name for making them come along on a perfectly good Saturday to celebrate my son's 8th birthday.
Last year I asked AI to sketch an image of how this day might play out - now, truth be told, I'm much less of a fan of AI and what it is doing to the world than 12 months ago, so I thought I'd bust out some MS Paint skills (actually I used GIMP but unless you know what that is, it makes me sound like a weirdo), and update the image to reflect the ravages of time on my delicate visage and waistline. Ironically, I've now successfully recycled an AI image.
Anyway, no brunch Saturday, but there's special toasties and soup. Brunch back 9am Sunday!