the weekly


So sad to hear your job’s been axed

HR must be defeated

Last week a friend of mine was faxed

Her post had been deleted

They’re numpties, aren’t they, senses dulled?

Their brand new ‘road map’? – Hundreds culled.


So happy you’ve a new horizon

Now your job’s gone cold

And I will keep my ears and eyes on

What your futures hold –

So much for all their fine analysis!

For you and yours it spelt paralysis.


So keep in touch, and clink your cup

And I will keep some tabs

On other structures they dream up

Inside their robot labs –

They’re muppets, and it’s a disgrace

To lose your friendly human face.



Click here for an article about a new university receptionist



A link to Light magazine’s poem of the week (last week of December 2015).




With her soft skin and flowing brunette hair, Nadine does not only meet and greet visitors, smile, make eye contact and shake hands, but she can even recognise past guests and spark up conversation based on previous chats. Unlike conventional robots, Nadine has her own personality, mood and emotions. She can be happy or sad, depending on the topic.

December 30 2015


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