I’ve just turned an ordinary photo of me cuddling a dog into something quite bizarre. There I am, film star locks in a fetching shade of purple, sporting a silver rock-chick outfit, hugging a pink American Bulldog whilst sunflowers rain down from a star-studded roof. I’ve trimmed my chin, smoothed wrinkles, and slimmed down an over-generous thigh. I’ve called it ‘That Time I was a Dog Trainer in the Circus’.
Then I’ve scribbled ‘AI FAKE’ across it, should some future family historian find it and produce a very wrong family tree.