Why the Robots Think I’m a Robot

Apparently I write like a machine. I’m 71. That’s not an excuse. It’s the explanation. In the 1960s I attended a grammar school in Wales, where spelling and grammar were, quite literally, beaten into you. You learned to write correctly because the alternative was a ruler across the knuckles. It’s not a teaching method I’d recommend, but I’ll grant it this much: it worked. Correct English stopped…