Christmas shopping is the bane of any sane person’s existence. It is laborious; full of hidden costs; the worst. I swore last year that I would never again submit myself to the ignominy of waiting in line for three hours to have gifts specially wrapped by the team at Selfridges and lugging it through Central London a week before December 25th, swarms of tourists cavorting down Oxford Street and nearly getting mowed down by rickshaws playing Wham.
Any self-respecting individual ought to feel the same way. Rest assured, there is good news, for I have found the solution to this annual conundrum in artificial intelligence.
