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More pa­thetic pho­to­graphs have ap­peared of Paul Gas­coigne, slumped drunk in the street and later hos­pi­talised. It breaks my heart af­ter all the ef­forts that so many peo­ple, led by my col­league Chris Evans, made re­cently to help him get the life-sav­ing treat­ment he so des­per­ately needs for his chronic al­co­holism.

We all gen­uinely felt, from the re­ports we re­ceived, that the Amer­i­can re­hab worked well and gave him a real chance of proper re­cov­ery. He came home, gave some up­beat in­ter­views, and looked, and sounded, like a new man. Un­for­tu­nately, our hopes crashed and burned when we saw th­ese ter­ri­ble im­ages and read the re­ports of him al­legedly lash­ing out at his long­suf­fer­ing ex-wife Sh­eryl. Even more un­for­tu­nately, many peo­ple, such is the na­ture of vi­cious, un­car­ing mod­ern so­cial net­work­ing, felt the urge to tweet me mock­ing stuff like ‘How you feel­ing now, you mugs? Gazza just p***ed away all your money.’

Well, we all feel ter­ri­ble. Not be­cause we wasted our money. We didn’t. We bought him at least a few more months of life. No, we feel ter­ri­ble be­cause Paul is quite ob­vi­ously so ill that he just can’t stop him­self feed­ing his ad­dic­tion.

And it’s highly likely that if he con­tin­ues the way he’s go­ing, he will die very soon. This is a man who brought all of us such ex­tra­or­di­nary plea­sure as a foot­balling ge­nius.

He’s now a des­per­ately lonely, se­ri­ously sick man who needs our love, sup­port and help. Those who don’t have an ounce of sym­pa­thy for him, don’t have an ounce of hu­man­ity in their bod­ies. pa­thetic. Mur­ray’s a Great Bri­ton, whose girl­friend comes from the vil­lage next to mine. Prov­ing he makes smart choices on and off the court. Let’s cel­e­brate him. Steve Woz­nia k is the great­est tech­no­log­i­cal ge­nius that not many peo­ple have heard of. He cre­ated Ap­ple with Steve Jobs when they were both young in­ven­tors, and he’s not just bril­liantly clever — he’s also ever so slightly crack­ers.

For our in­ter­view, ‘Woz’, as he’s known, sported a bizarre, gi­gan­tic watch made from old vac­uum tubes, pow­ered by 140 volts, that ig­nite a huge f lu­o­res­cent dig­i­tal time dis­play when you turn to look at your wrist. ‘What’s the point of it?’ I asked.

‘It makes my brain work less hard to read th­ese nice, big global dig­its,’ he replied.

‘ That’s what tech­nol­ogy is sup­posed to do, make us think less deeply hard.’

He then flour­ished a pad of f reshly pr inted two dol la r Amer­i­can bills (which I didn’t even think were le­gal ten­der). ‘Th­ese are il­le­gal, right?’

‘No, they ac­tu­ally meet the specs of the United States Govern­ment and the Se­cret Ser­vice has ap­proved them three times.’

‘ What do you sell them for?’ ‘A sheet of four bil ls, wor th $ 8, for $ 5.’ ‘ I’ll buy as many as you can print…’ ‘I can’t do that — I want to spread the joy.’ ‘ You have the big­gest brain in Amer­ica.’ ‘I know.’

I then asked him to pre­dict the tech­no­log­i­cal fu­ture.

‘Smarter com­put­ers that be­have more like hu­mans, and much smaller wear­able tech­nol­ogy.’

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