Paul Clarke

Paul Clarke

@paulclarke.com

The people photographer, working with the world's most interesting humans and brands. A graceful and melodious ape. One search, one form. Uczę się języka polskiego. paulclarke.com

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Isn't the big failure here from the commissioning client for not screaming at the very start "wtf is an AI-enabled pensions service? Fuck that shit please deliver one that is accurate-data-enabled with a side of good-uptime-enabled and leave it at that"

Karl Flinders@karlfl.bsky.social

"Comprehensively Failed": Capita's AI Pension Promise Exposed as Empty 🚨 the "most AI-enabled pensions service" promised to government simply never existed. www.computerweekly.com/news/3666527...

Saw Martin Taylor at Kings Place last night. One of the greatest living guitarists, as always fresh and exciting to see live. He tears music into tiny pieces and reassembles it, clearly getting as much joy from it as we are. Some utterly transcendental moments

These fancy Sony headphones are *fine* I guess, but so loaded with cruft and feature bloat. I *do* need them to reduce ambient noise and play what I ask them to. I do *not* need constant notifications about their internal state, possible integrations, software updates etc. Puts me right off.

Put a box under your laptop, and look at the camera. Thank me later. (That's literally the only difference between these pictures, taken 30 seconds apart in identical lighting)

I love that the new music-on-transport 'policy' was written by someone who has never, ever been on city centre transport at night outside the West End/City

whoever programmed Greenwich Council's wreck of a voice handling agent to aim for 'VIN' first (are you unable to enter your VIN on a parking payment?), then 'Ben" (what is Ben's full name, we will need that to put you through?) instead of BIN needs to walk a plank off the Woolwich Ferry

it did do well to pick up a muttered 'fuxake' though, and admonish me for swearing, so we can give it that. This is why people hate public services.

20 minutes on the phone, with a reminder every few seconds that I could do this on the website (I can't) then I get through and am swiftly cut off. Game over.

The neediness of my accounting system to know if daddy loves it yet is unmatched. Every bloody week. I've done a couple of responses "no, you are cranking the prices until I scream and flee, you are accounts software I have no feelings for you other than keep it cheap and fuck off with the AI balls"

Sound people: is there a word for that effect where sound slows and deepens to a very loud ultra low bass fry? A sort of mwowwww-w-w-w sound. Much beloved of docking spaceships in space operas, and extremely daunting things happening in slow motion?

Paul Clarke reposted

I love it when blokes like this show up and act as if they’re the first person in the building who knows how to think.

Jake Kanter@jakekanter.bsky.social

Matt Brittin told employees today that he wants the BBC to “be more Elvis,” by which he meant: “A little less conversation, a little more action.” Welcome to the Silicon Valley-isation of the BBC. deadline.com/2026/10/bbc-...

And like a tedious numbers hack...

Paul Clarke@paulclarke.com

you can be fairly sure that when he is, I'll trot this one out again like the tedious numbers hack I pretend not to be

Event photography: when you think your dinner is going to be 3 x courses, in a 5 x stars hotel. And it turns out to be a packet of Maryland cookies.

Out of nowhere, a memory comes back at me, hearing the music. A works outing (joint US/UK team) to St Mary's Cathedral, Newcastle, to hear the Northern Sinfonia playing Barber's Adagio. We'd booked the tickets weeks earlier. The date was 12 September 2001. I will leave you to imagine the atmosphere.

From the archives, 14 years ago: a doomed campaign by a tobacco lobby group, hiding their identity (one might even say they were attempting to pass it off as a dot gov dot uk poster). Fat lot of good it did them, thankfully.

The chutzpah of the direct: HAVE YOUR SAY AS LONG AS IT IS NO approach is somewhat blunted by the nervous emboldening of the @ and the www and you can almost hear the agency argument about whether people will actually know one is an email address and one is a website

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

I'd like to live in Westminster on an income level compatible with occasional forays to nick fuel, but perhaps that's just me

I see the new DG has fallen straight into the politicians' trap of "saying stupid, ill-considered and largely fictional things about AI". Why must they do this?

Someone asked me recently what good public service digital leadership looked like. My answer was long, but essentially boiled down to "not parroting this kind of shit" 👇

Research Professional News@resprofnews.bsky.social

"When Britain takes the presidency of the G20 next year, I will show our newfound confidence as a country, and I will show it to the world by putting AI centre stage. And Britain will then work to develop a new global code to capture its benefits while being clear-eyed about its risks."

The penalty for flipping your number plate on a motorbike (tucking it up for immunity for tunnel tolls and speed cameras) is £100 and no points. How can that make any sense?

And it's pretty much the same for not having one at all. I cracked mine in half parking recently. Had it replaced, but... I pay £40/month in tolls, given where I live. Scrote maths is unavoidable.

A story, nudged out of memory by recent events. Aged about 12, I was in the front seat of my mum's car heading out to Southport. We passed a country lane by the Diglake Farm Shop and I said "that looks weird". I'd seen 4 men getting into two cars, tucked away almost out of sight of the main road.

They were carrying guns. I was sure of it. Only a quick glance, but shoulder holsters for sure, and they very much looked like they were up to no good. I told mum. She took me seriously. We went straight to the cop shop and I reported it. Full statement given.

Turned out it was a police rendezvous point before an undercover mission. My eagle eyes had shopped the cops. They did at least have the grace to let me know this update when they could, but they tried to say the shoulder holsters were just radios. Right you are, Sergeant.

Nothing makes my head smash into the table faster than yet another clever-clever post about em dashes (yafuckingwn) illustrated by... en dashes. If you don't know the difference you shouldn't be allowed to post anything, anywhere. And you probably say 'pecific'. {Izzy Hands voice: TerWAATT}

Well that filled a Saturday: scampered off train in Herts and realised my coat and keys were still enjoying their journey. To Birmingham. Limped home to get spare keys. Saw the lost souls coming back south. Jumped on train at Euston, all exactly where left. Get a keyring tracker, kids.

Paul Clarke reposted

We really do need a proper reappraisal of Oprah given some of the absolute frauds and woo she popularised. Dr. Oz. Dr. Phil. That 'psychic surgeon' who was raping hundreds of his followers. The Secret. The Satanic ritual abuse hoax.

norcalbob@norcalbob.bsky.social

It's an old joke, but still apropos: Never let Oprah recommend a doctor.