Weekend Tunes: The Singing Loins–Please Take My Scissors Away

We're all becoming redundant. I'll be replaced by an algorithm that mimics an embittered hobo that moonlights as a journalist, one day. Your gig? They're trying to sort out ways to have a robot do that, too. It's happened to thatchers, coopers and fletchers. It's the way of things.

But that doesn't mean you have to go quietly.