Many of us working here in the service economy that is modern day Britain suffer from imposter syndrome. The important-sounding jobs that we hold down may be key drivers of GDP, but we know in our heart of hearts that they don’t contribute anything particularly essential to society and we fear it’s only a matter of time before we are outed. This includes most people I know (my friendship circle sadly doesn’t comprise many surgeons, teachers or heating engineers). And just to be clear: I’m one of the worst offenders in this category of frauds. As a satirist I’m paid to sit around and criticise other people, which is something that most of us do naturally and for free. Why should I get paid for it? It makes no sense, but I’m not complaining. And the people that I earn a living from mocking - bankers, brokers and other financial professionals - are largely in the same position as me, in that they know that what they do contributes very little to the greater good of society. Like Sonny Corleone in The Godfather, we live in the knowledge that we are liable to get whacked at any point. Or to use a different analogy: the posse is in hot pursuit and we have to constantly try to keep one step ahead of them. Soon this will no longer be an issue, as all these service jobs which we imposters have been doing will be handed over to AI, which will not be burdened by any qualms about its own worthiness.