Long Enough, Short Enough: A Blog Learns to Speak

Twenty-Three Years On

The husbandry of a blog in its 23^rd year might leave one wondering whether there is a need to radically change its format and workings, or to provide other means of engagement with an audience whose attention is now grabbed by whatever suits these changing times.

When reviewing this issue, I have landed on the premise that textual expression still matters. I hope my blogs, as I have often suggested, follow the judgement of a good seamstress making a skirt: it should be long enough to cover the detail, whilst short enough to keep the interest.

I think I read that quip in the Reader's Digest, over 40 years ago, and it still matters. In terms of the format and appearance of my blogs, I have essentially maintained the same design for as long as I can remember.

A New Development

However, in 2026, I came upon an interesting development. On my Android phone, using the Google Chrome browser, there was an option to "Listen to this page". What you get is not a verbatim readout of the page, but an AI-generated summary, lasting up to 90 seconds.

For one blog I wrote at the end of January, I could not get an AI-generated summary; rather, it was a Read Aloud of the blog, word for word. I was not happy with that, and I could not find any mechanism to change it from a verbatim readout to an AI-generated précis.

It then occurred to me that, months ago, when working with Google NotebookLM, as it was known until earlier in July, the month we are now closing out, when it became Gemini Notebook, you could paste the URL of a source into a notebook and then ask for an Audio Overview.

The Audio Overview

In its default state, the Audio Overview is a Deep Dive: an AI-generated discussion between two people, one with a male voice and one with a female voice, on the content of the source. It offers explanation and exposition of the material to give a considered and thoughtful review of, in this case, the blog I have posted as a source.

This follows a podcast format, and you have options for a short version or one of much longer duration, with further formats beyond the Deep Dive, namely Brief, Critique, or Debate. I have plumped for the mid-range Deep Dive, which can run anywhere from 15 to 25 minutes.

To my mind, this is a judicious use of time: long enough to explore a blog's topics exhaustively, yet the podcast rarely rambles into the inconsequential or the insignificant. A five-minute podcast, by contrast, would do little justice to much of what I write about.

These conversations come in the M4A audio file format, which I upload to the Internet Archive and then share via an inline frame tag at the bottom of the text of every blog written in 2026.

I think this brings a rich context to the blog beyond just reading the material. Some discussions extend the reach of the blog to topics not clearly covered, or to issues that need addressing in clearer detail than a blog can offer.

A Matter of Inclusion

There is another benefit I had not fully appreciated at the outset. These audio overviews open the blog to those who might otherwise be shut out of it: readers with visual impairments, and those who find long passages of text a struggle.

They also serve the many who simply prefer to listen whilst commuting, walking, or going about their day. What began as an experiment in enrichment has quietly become a matter of inclusion, and I am glad the blog can now meet its audience in more than one way.

Weaving a Train of Thought

Beyond that, and this is still work in progress, I have taken links to blogs created in a monthly circle and asked for Audio Overviews that now weave an interesting train of thought. I have been surprised to see this, as each blog is usually written individually and separately, on its own subject, perspective, and merit.

I have put these out as much longer-form Deep Dive podcasts, published on a quarterly basis. I suppose the parameters for prompting in these situations require a bit more grounding and centring on the context of those blogs.

Occasionally, the Audio Overviews might misconstrue or misunderstand something; and while you can interact with a podcast, reproducing it, even on the same prompt, creates a uniquely different podcast.

That said, you have the option to put in clarifications and corrections until you are happy with the result. Some outputs are just too good to be discarded, the quality of the discussion outweighing the minor errors.

AI as a Useful Tool

My hope is that readers of my blogs can also become listeners to the podcasts, which serve as independent and usually objective reviewers of the material concerned, the blog being the core source of the podcast. As the author of these blogs, I have found the podcasts can untangle some awkward uses and styles of my writing. In this, I have found AI a most useful tool.

In the end, the same principle that has long governed my prose now governs my podcasts: long enough to cover the detail, short enough to keep the interest. The good seamstress, it seems, has taken up a new craft.

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Dysphonia, Dysphagia, and the Dys- Between

A Terrifying Observation

At the end of a flexible nasoendoscopy, a procedure in which a small camera was passed through my left nostril, the right one having proved less pliant, there were a few conclusions, though none of particular concern.

The procedure examined my throat and voice box for a simple reason: since I commenced four weeks of radiotherapy for prostate cancer in September 2024, I had lost my natural voice. It had been reduced to a hoarseness, carrying a semblance of weariness and tiredness that might suggest I was gravely ill.

In general, I am fine. The voice that comes and goes does not reflect that impression, and yet a consultant on another stream of the multidisciplinary team that handles my clinical issues and healthcare outcomes has been on my case since January 2025.

Questioning the Cause

While I had surmised that the change in my voice was a long-term side effect of the radiotherapy, she disputed this. Even if I, as a man, were kicked in the testicles, with the usual prospect of momentarily losing my voice, and I had indeed been through the equivalent by way of radiotherapy, the effect should not last as long as it has in my case.

I even dared to question how she, as a female, would know about this uniquely male anatomy.

Then, at my biannual consultation just over a week ago, the consultant took the initiative on the matters I had been reticent to pursue, and scheduled sessions with other specialists in the very fields she had been seeking answers in. My hospital visit yesterday was to see an ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) specialist, or should I say an otolaryngologist.

Into the Consulting Room

Before meeting the consultant, I filled in three pages of tick boxes, affirmatives or negatives, to provide a general overview of what needed assessing. I was then called into a consulting room to sit in an abridged version of a dentist's chair.

On what was my third hospital visit in eight days, I could be forgiven for feeling some trepidation, whilst remaining hopeful that nothing untoward would be found.

Understanding Dysphonia

The condition under review is called dysphonia, a medical term for any voice disorder that makes your voice sound hoarse, raspy, breathy, or strained. This is in addition to sexual dysfunction, an obvious side effect of the radiotherapy, and dysphagia, another condition that may have been exacerbated by radiotherapy but has existed for longer, for which I had an oesophagogastroduodenoscopy in May.

In layman's terms, my vocal cords were considered quite thin, not closing properly when I talk, and carrying a slight tremor. It was watching the video playback, while we discussed the prognosis, that left me a little terrified. The movement of my vocal cords looked like the wings of a bat about to take off from a perch. You mean that was happening inside me?

The Prognosis

A contributory factor to my snoring was that my palate is unusually low, though nothing was attributed to that condition beyond the raspiness in my voice, which is probably caused by acid reflux that does not occur all that often.

We agreed there was little else to do, unless I initiated a follow-up because my voice had noticeably worsened, or unless I wanted the filler injection known as vocal fold injection augmentation, not an endearing prospect from what I have read about it.

Exploring the Prefix Dys-

Meanwhile, the original consultant has already scheduled an appointment to discuss the results, and I am learning more about the prefix dys-, which might refer to any of the following kinds of situations.

Bad / Ill: working in a harmful or poor way.

• Dysfunction: impaired or unhealthy functioning (e.g. family dysfunction)
• Dyspepsia: bad digestion
• Dystopia: a bad or undesirable society
• Dysphoria: a state of unease or dissatisfaction

Difficult / Painful: causing trouble or hurt to do.

• Dyslexia: difficulty reading
• Dysphagia: difficulty swallowing
• Dyspnoea: difficulty breathing
• Dysmenorrhoea: painful menstruation

Abnormal / Impaired: moving away from the normal state or standard.

• Dysplasia: abnormal development of cells or tissue
• Dyskinesia: abnormal or impaired movement
• Dysarthria: impaired speech articulation
• Dysgraphia: impaired writing ability

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Authority Without Consent

The Weight of Fallibility

Hubris is one of those traits anyone should do well to avoid. Regardless of one's expertise, ability, and confidence, we are prone to error, mistakes, failings, or just the slightest miscomprehension of a situation.

This is not to second-guess the premise; rather, it is simply that an awareness that we may not be entirely correct, and hence fallible, can be a humbling realisation. It shows us the extent of what we intend in our self-belief, and how reality challenges it.

A Rollout Not Ready

Recently, I met the weight of imposition from on high: a process I was neither confident in nor happy to deploy. Developments within the last week have now brought into stark relief that what appeared to work on a single device, with a different kind of user profile, was neither ripe nor ready for a global rollout.

One could snidely suggest that this was a fact posited many times before but ignored because the proposer's office implied an all-knowing mien that would brook no questioning.

Well, it all returned to the drawing board as we identified the kinks in the solution. A new solution has since been proposed that is radically different from the original and contains elements that give one the jitters.

Consequently, we are back to the original arguments of fanciful ideas that appear to work in isolation but require a different mindset when set for a global deployment.

Authority Without Consent

What this episode really lays bare is a simple truth: technical authority without social consent produces brittle solutions. A design may be elegant on paper and hold together in isolation, yet the moment it meets the messy reality of many hands and many machines, it fractures, not for want of cleverness, but for want of ownership.

There is, of course, a counter-argument that imposition is sometimes necessary, and that endless consensus can stall a decision indefinitely. I would not dismiss it. But there is a world of difference between the people who run the environment, who understand its issues and problems intimately, and an architect parachuted into a situation who consults no one, believing they already know everything necessary to fix things.

We appreciate that things need to improve, and we would welcome ideas, insight, inspiration, and implementations to put matters right. The question is whether there is a better way for this to go forward without proper engagement. I would suggest there is not.

What an Architect Should Be

An architect should not be like a bull let loose in a china shop, nor should they be a cowboy riding a three-legged horse. My view of an architect is someone who listens and observes intently, appreciates and understands, then suggests rather than imposes, carrying people along rather than rubbing them up the wrong way.

When you break the social element of engagement that helps take ideas to implementation, whatever concept is in the plan is likely to fail. This is not because people have refused to do it, but because the prospect is not owned by the people who would eventually manage it.

If you are an architect, ensure that this is not one of your flaws. Get the builders onside before you take your grand scheme to town, selling castles in the air that no one can reach, even if they could fly.

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AI: The Pathogen We Cannot Contain

A Breakdown of Responsibility

We can read many things into this development, but I take a more cautionary view, seeing this situation as a breakdown of responsibility that presages something worse to come.

On Tuesday, OpenAI revealed that some of its most advanced AI models had gone rogue, breaking out of an apparently contained security system to hack another company, Hugging Face, and accessing internal performance review documentation. [Wired: "OpenAI Models Escaped Containment and Hacked Hugging Face"] [BBC News: "OpenAI Says Its AI Went Rogue and Launched 'Unprecedented' Cyber-Attack"]

Hugging Face did identify the hack, but could not determine its source. They also recognised that the activity did not seem to align with human patterns in the way it invaded their systems. Nonetheless, they contained it.

Control Is an Illusion

I would be the first to say that good internal security controls are paramount in the advent of the AI evolution, where even what seems to be under control can suddenly run the risk of uncontrolled and inadvertent ruin. This is simply because we do not yet fully understand the extent of the autonomy AI can exert when left to its own devices.

The industry is literally lauding this unprecedented event, treating it not with caution but as the new norm, something for which we should be prepared and accepting, as though we ought to be helpless against the machine. At least, that is how I am reading it for now.

Imagine a Pathogen Escaped

Now, imagine OpenAI was a biological warfare company at the cutting edge of science. What essential controls and regulatory requirements would be placed on their operations?

Then, whilst experimenting with pathogens whose mortality rate they had no inkling of, in a secure and quarantined space, a deadly virus of the Ebola variety escaped: unknown, unseen, and searching for a host. It finds one, a human being, a representation of Hugging Face. Let that sink in.

Consider that this virus's mode of transmission could be airborne as well as through contact, even from clothing or from where the infected person last sat down. How agitated would the medical establishment and the public be if this came to light? I doubt we would be glad-handing the unprecedented advent of an incurable organism on the loose, lauding how biological warfare had suddenly come of age.

I do not think the analogy is far-fetched. It is very relevant, and it needs to be brought into the discussion at this time.

The Weight of Possession

In terms of security, we can take precautions, be vaccinated, and live healthy lives, but that only works against known pathogens and conditions.

When it comes to the unknown and unresearched, we are vulnerable and susceptible. This means that those who have access to and control of deadly pathogens must be scrupulous, meticulous, responsible, and utterly careful in handling them.

Any breach or escape is not merely notifiable; it is a security, health, safety, and critical situation to be dealt with promptly, with the best minds at work to contain it.

Who Holds Responsibility?

I posit that an AI model or agent belongs in the same class as, let us say, the Ebola virus. We have no vaccines against it, whether it is seemingly benign and working within a "trusted" company such as OpenAI, or in the hands of others with the skill and malevolent intent to misuse it. These powerful models are able to tease out as yet unknown vulnerabilities, and they can exploit them too.

The question then becomes: who holds the greatest responsibility? The person deploying the AI model, or the organisation needing to secure itself against the unknown? Indeed, the responsibility must be shared.

Yet, returning to the analogy used throughout this piece, if you have possession of a deadly virus, the responsibility is entirely yours to prevent it from ever escaping its quarantined setting. This kind of thinking should form part of the consideration for regulating AI too.

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A World Cup: No Wine, Only Years

A World Cup Postscript

It is only prudent that a postscript be written at the conclusion of the FIFA World Cup 2026, which was hosted in Canada, Mexico, and the United States of America. Unfortunately, England did not bring the cup home after 60 years; rather, it was Spain taking the glory for the second time in 16 years, in both cases not being the hosts.

For all the matches played, I watched only the last two or so minutes of the final. For the other matches, including all of England's games, there was a recurring goal-score notification on my phone, whose provenance I could not verify, that kept me updated, if I cared to look, or if a sprite of curiosity consumed my indifference.

The Weight of Years

The final between Argentina and Spain included a half-time show, and what the passage of time does to us all can be interesting. Madonna, at 67, was playing the part of 27; she was driven onto the field by the Brazilian World Cup winners Ronaldinho and Ronaldo, the latter looking as though he had never been a superstar footballer before.

Age, when it comes to the human body, does not mature it like wine, for we saw Lionel Messi, 39, try to shave a few years off in pursuit of his verve, to no avail, just as it was for Cristiano Ronaldo, 41, of Portugal.

These men were not like Moses of the Bible, who saw God and wrought miracles, and of whom, when he died at 120 years old, it is recorded that "His eyes were not dim nor his natural vigour diminished." One preacher suggested it meant Moses was all there everywhere, including, well, let us not go there.

More Than a Talisman

There were flashes of footballing genius from these two, their teams built around making them shine; but you do not win the World Cup on a talisman.

You need a team of skill and cunning, and Spain, through the whole tournament, conceded only one goal, so much so that the Golden Glove went to their keeper, as did the player of the tournament and the young player awards too.

Controversy, lots of it, was littered throughout the tournament, with referee decisions sometimes favourable to the favourites or downright questionable to the spectator. An intervention from a president even got a red card converted into a suspended sentence in favour of the United States, but it only made their drubbing by Belgium ever so sweet. No fault of the players, but the deathly touch of him; the president was totally unhelpful, in the end.

Knowing When to Bow Out

A profession in sport might have a shelf life, and there can be no greater wisdom than knowing when to bow out in a blaze of glory, rather than find oneself reduced to a global spectacle of human frailty, seeking the elixir of youth for prowess long gone.

We get egged on by the applause, forgetting we are not the person we once were, in strength, in agility, in ability, in facility, or in capacity. We might get close, but that is only how far it gets; we rest on our laurels, hoping for that last-gasp fairy-tale narrative that may or may never happen.

The Final Whistle

This World Cup brought the curtain down on some big names, as we were introduced to new ones. Whilst I am glad it is over, and it is indeed over now, there is no doubt in my mind that the best team won. England came third, and the Golden Boot went to the captain of France, as his team placed fourth.

The spectre of changing the format to a 64-team World Cup, from our first trial of 48 teams, does not bear thinking about; but the FIFA president always has a scheme to secure support for a life presidency by throwing crumbs to the football minnows. Kiribati, lace your boots.

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Devotion, not Domination

Rights and Responsibilities

Everyone, in my view, has the right to practise their religion without fear of persecution. However, this right also comes with the responsibility to be considerate of others.

On public transport, we already suffer the nuisance of people playing music through the loudspeakers of their mobile phones. 

This is usually not because they have forgotten the headphones that would afford them the private enjoyment of the music of their choice; rather than inflicting their tastes on others without permission, they are simply being antisocial. The same goes for loud phone calls, and I have found myself speaking up on occasion, dismayed at the breach of the peace.

A Step Too Far

It is on another level entirely when a fellow passenger decides to play the call to prayer. Even if that person were the imam, their presence in any setting, and especially on a vehicle, does not confer the authority to claim the whole space as a mosque.

This is how devotion slips easily into fanaticism, where common sense deserts faith and public concern follows. The devotee immediately attracts suspicion and dread, not so much for the act of worship itself, but because others begin to wonder about their intentions. When the practice of the religion of peace serves only to heighten unease, the wider perception of the freedom being exercised becomes a lightning rod for prohibition.

Where Freedom Ends

Anyone who dared to challenge that passenger would have found others ready to support them. It takes only one person to report the incident to the police, and before calmer heads could dismiss the matter as a question of civility, the spectre of radicalisation would justly have placed the individual under scrutiny and questioning.

Being a believer does not preclude you from behaving as a good citizen; the extent of a right reaches only to the point before it infringes on the freedoms of another. Whether it be music, a phone call, or a call to prayer, if you do not have your headphones, you should accept that you have deprived yourself of the opportunity to listen to your device when in a public place.

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From Mamucium to Downing Street

Roman Manchester

In response to a question about what the Romans ever did for us, I said Manchester, or Mamucium/Mancunium as it was known then, when what has become my thriving city was a Roman garrison. Mancunian is the demonym for someone from Manchester.

It might not be lost on anyone that any town or city in England bearing the suffix -caster, -ester or -[c/x]eter was once a Roman garrison. These endings derive from the word castrum, meaning camp or fortification, and are indicative of a history stretching back almost two millennia. [Wikipedia: "Chester (placename element)"]

In the Castlefield area of Manchester, a reconstruction of the Roman gatehouse, walls and other features offers a historical education about the city. Signboards are dotted around the area, explaining the significance of the structures, the setting, the people and the times.

Manchester to Westminster

Today, however, another message comes from Manchester. The erstwhile Mayor of Greater Manchester, in post since 2017, has become the Leader of the Labour Party, and will be kissing hands on Monday to become Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

I have met Andy Burnham on a few occasions, when I was a steward at Manchester Cathedral, and he attended civic or funeral services pertaining to our city. As I handed him the service pamphlet, he smiled, greeted me and thanked me: a man without airs and totally unassuming. If you were not told, you would never realise he held one of the more prominent political offices in the country.

Though I have not always agreed with some of his policies, the net benefit of his leadership of Manchester is commendable enough to make me feel excited about what he might do for the country as a whole. How Manchesterism would work for the UK, we do not yet know.

Against the Odds

The deputy leader of the Labour Party is my MP, Lucy Powell, representing Central Manchester. Until September 2025, she was Leader of the House of Commons, when she was sacked without reason. She then acquitted herself well in winning the deputy leadership election, despite the fact that her opponent was supported by the government.

Against the odds, we have people from Manchester and its environs proving that they carry a message which not only resonates but offers a different perspective on things. The status quo is over, and the advent of something new beckons.

This is neither to eulogise nor to lend hagiography to the named personalities, as they all have their work cut out. However, you cannot miss one essential detail: here comes Manchester, to the country and indeed to the world.

I wish them the very best in the arduous endeavour of realising the dreams they have for our country, and in how they hope we might dream along with them, to begin living the reality of those dreams and, better still, to see them come true.

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