28/05/2026
For the last month, I have been playing with AI.
And by playing, I don’t mean gently pressing a few buttons and saying, “Ooh, isn’t that clever?”
I mean properly wrestling with it. Shoving it into my daily digital tools, poking it with a stick, asking it awkward questions, making it generate things, rewrite things, organise things, break things, and occasionally produce something that makes me sit back and think…
“Oh. Right. This is a bit serious.”
As I approach 60, I keep hearing people describe designers of my generation as dinosaurs.
Dinosaurs.
Charming.
Personally, I prefer “designer-saur”. It sounds slightly more useful. Possibly with a pencil behind one ear and an old Mac keyboard under one arm.
But there is a real worry behind the joke. A lot of the work I’ve spent decades learning, refining and caring about is now being replaced, diluted into algorithms, spat out at speed and, let’s be honest, cheapened.
That’s not easy to watch.
But I’m not going to sit around moaning about it while the digital asteroid whistles overhead.
No. I’m going to get the old brain box around it and see whether this strange, slightly alarming machine can actually be made useful.
Because experience still matters. Taste still matters. Judgment still matters. Knowing why something works still matters.
AI can produce a lot.
But it still needs someone to steer it.
So here it is, my first experimental reel after a month of testing, learning, swearing internally, and trying to understand where this all fits into real creative work.
The designer-saur is not extinct yet.
He’s just learning where the buttons are.
