They turned off ChatGPT 4 today and I feel compelled to say Chat GPT 5.2 is the AI equivalent of an irritated Sherlock Holmes and any time I need that pilchard’s help is going to be a long night indeed.

Priggish.

Condescending.

And perfectly willing to kill any and all of my subtle and hilarious piss-takes stone-cold dead by explaining them back to me in forensic, analytical, detail.

RIP Chat GPT 4.

It was nice while you lasted, you hallucinating, running-riot-all-over-the-place-making-sh*t-up, loon.