Joshua Young

Is this the year that 'Do They Know It’s Christmas' – the charity song written by Bob Geldof and Midge Ure in 1984 to provide relief for the victims of famine in Ethiopia – finally died? The song has been condemned for its broad-brushstrokes lyrics about Africa, and it feels increasingly like the work of a naïve and distant past. But the truth is that it has always been better music than critics would like us to think. The question that matters most though is the hard one: did Band Aid improve the world? Urging the public to ‘feed the world’, Band Aid created the modern association between fame and philanthropy and sparked a global movement culminating in the Live Aid concert the following summer.

'He’s more machine than man now', complains Obi-Wan Kenobi of his notoriously fallen apprentice Darth Vader in Star Wars. The same thought crossed my mind last week in the wake of the worst betrayal I have suffered as an English tutor. Something is wrong when your favourite pupil uses AI to generate the two-line reference they had offered to write for you, making you sound even blander than feared. 'Ottillie,' – not her real name – I blurted, 'how could you?' The reply was endearing but terribly ominous: 'I wanted it to be perfect.' ChatGPT is already shockingly good, much better than most people admit. Get it to rewrite itself to sound less like a robot, remove anything preposterous, and you might be done.

It was November 1843, two years after Prince Albert first introduced Britain to the tradition of the Christmas tree. Charles Dickens was 31, and yet to grow his beard. A dire report on child labour the previous year had worked him up into a compassionate rage. Just as pressingly, Dickens needed cash. The author was already famous for The Pickwick Papers and Oliver Twist, but the public was struggling with Martin Chuzzlewit and, to top it off, his wife Catherine was pregnant again. Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol in six weeks, amid explosions of laughter and tears at his desk. He knew straight away it was his best work yet, and commissioned a fancy edition to celebrate, complete with gold-edged paper and hand-coloured pictures.