In retrospect, as with many of the best parties over the years, it appears that I arrived in Cognitive Psychology just as most everybody else was leaving. Even as I was unpacking my computational modeller's box of tricks, many of my colleagues were busy packing their more commodious bags and heading for the sunnier uplands of the Neurozone (single currency, the Neuro, etc.). As if to echo the fall from modishness of what we once optimistically called 'strong artificial intelligence', in my seven short years there, Cambridge went from Silicon Fen to Neuro Fen. Which was ironic, because it gave me a headache.
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