Being in the moment

We arrived at the ‘Mini Beer Bar’.  I turned to D: “Bit early, don’t you think?” Mini Beer man looked at us and said: “Well… maybe, but this is a festival…”

After hearing about small beers, we decided coffee may be more fitting given the hour at this most edifying of outdoor gatherings which annually draws summer firmly to a close.

AI was all over the place, in every speaker’s address, on every person’s lips.

Nick Clegg, Philip Stephens and Lea Ypi contributed to a panel discussion on whether democracy could survive AI advances. “There’s a power paradox with it” Nick said.  “AI both empowers people and aggregates power in the hands of a tiny amount of men in the world – those that run the tech companies. You need politics to intervene… technology can’t be isolated as the entire problem in society.”  Philip echoed this sentiment: “Politicians need to restore a social contract – if people work hard they’ll be rewarded. It means taming the tech giants.”

In the complex narrative surrounding our fourth industrial revolution and frustrated attempts to understand it, Yuval Harari cut through the noise: “This is the first time we’ve produced a technology which has agency: it can invent ideas by itself in, for example finance, religion and politics. Humans cannot regulate AI because they don’t have all the information.  We need to focus on immediate questions like, should AI be able to open a bank account? The onus is on leaders to deal with the immense forces being unleashed.”

A cloud lingered over the sun. We paused at Louis Roederer: “What do you think, D?”
“Shall we?” he replied.
We stared at the champagne bar momentarily and then ambled on, neither really feeling the draw of bubbles.

Next stop was the FT Weekend literary interview with David Nichols.  Following the triumph of One Day, his latest novel creates friction by throwing his main characters together – as opposed to keeping them apart. He figured dropping them into a muddy field as opposed to a city backdrop of restaurants and cafes could create a more comedic element. 

The inevitable question came on AI and fiction. David responded: “It’s a bit like buying a bicycle back from someone who stole it from you. Sure, it’s useful for summarising, re-writing and editing, but that’s the part I love doing!”

‘How to quit it – from screens to substances’ had D and I turning to one another as the session drew to a close.  “I’m tired” I said, “Me too” D replied. 

We smiled at each other, picked up our bags and wandered out of the tent and onto the soft sunlit grassy slope overlooked by Kenwood House. We thanked people at the exit, briefly sharing what we’d enjoyed this year.

Sinking into the back of a taxi we talked dinner plans, debated the opinions we’d heard, laughed at shared memories from the day and with relief, slowly made our way back to the here and now.

Photo: ‘A world in turmoil: nationalism, populism, migration, AI advances – can democracy survive?’ with Lea Ypi, Nick Clegg, Philip Stephens and Alice Fishburn.

A Capsule in Time

“I’ve only just got it” explained the man in front of me at the end of Marina Tabassum’s talk on the 2025 Serpentine Pavilion. He was referring not to the pavilion she’s designed but rather his new ‘phone/camera which I’d had my eye on as he snapped away during the event. The lens seemed to be of an extraordinary quality rendering every image which appeared on the screen immaculate, pristine and of a clarity my eyes couldn’t quite believe.

I futilely brushed the lens of a now virtually vintage iphone 11 on my jeans and attempted to take a few more photos of where I was at: ‘A Capsule in Time’ a pill-like shaped temporary pavilion next to the old Serpentine gallery marking 25 years of like minded architecture. Except… this one is different – it moves.

Jordan and I studied the pavilion from a distance.  “I’ve worked here for seven of these, and this is my favourite so far.”

“Why?” I asked.

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Facing it

September brings one reluctantly down to earth. A gentle easing in is how I decided to do it via the FT Weekend Festival at Kenwood House. Nothing too heavy would do for the moment I decided. Not for me ‘So what does the FT really think?’ or Deborah Meaden on ‘Questions and business pitches at the ready?’. Not even ‘BREAKING NEWS on the FT Festival line-up! William J Burns, Director of the US Central Intelligence Agency and Richard Moore, Chief of UK Secret Intelligence Service’ – appearing together for the first time ever at a public event.

An Uber deposited me at the gates of Kenwood on Saturday morning and not long after I took my seat, zen-like, artisan coffee in hand, for my first speaker of choice – John Lithgow.

The lady next to me was on my wavelength: “Yes, I’m doing the same – going lite today” she told me.
I mentioned my itinerary which included ’50 Years of Disco’.
“That’s on my list too” she said. “I wonder when that starts from exactly?”
“I’m sure they’ll tell us – but it’s got to be before 1974?”

John’s mellifluous tones washed over me pleasantly: “Roald Dahl”…”The Royal Court”, and on 3rd Rock from the Sun: “The most fun you could possibly imagine: When does that happen now? .. It’s a milder drink.”

“What about Dahl’s antisemitism though?” Janine Gibson asked.
“Well, the play’s about the difficult and thorny issue of any person creating art” he replied.
Janine persisted on the same theme.
“You know, he struck me as an outsider wanting in – that heartburn in a person’s nature can be grounds for something else developing” JL replied.

Notions I’d had of side stepping the big stuff were showing signs of fading.

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Hot damn, and Chicken Dog!

Completely unexpected in this part of town: Piccadilly Circus never knowingly the most sophisticated or salubrious part of the big smoke… FOWL sits patiently waiting, just off the main drag. 

The glossy ceiling height windows draw you in, the welcoming service brings you closer to its feathery artisanal plucked bosom. 

These are edible bosoms or should I say breasts – in culinary terms. But, wings and legs feature too, as well as various other parts of this feathered friend you never knew you wanted let alone could eat. 

And, the most succulent wings: ‘Like, how many times did they deep fry these?!’ I said to my companion, sauce and crispyness oozing from the morsel heading for my mouth. ‘I don’t know’ he replied, ‘But after Pierre’s Chicken Leg Corn Dog (Pierre Koffman – guest chef this month) and those Fig Negronis, I think I’m almost done.’ 

I wrested myself away from the comfort of childhood-made-grand, the naughtiness of indulgent cooking methods and snaffled the last of the chicken fries. ‘Sure, me too’ I replied, as the final crunchy wing headed for creamy sauce and found its way triumphantly into my waiting desire.