I asked an AI text generator to create a short monologue called “Cottage Pie for One” in the style of Alan Bennett. This is the result:

As I stand alone in my tiny, dimly lit kitchenette, surrounded by the mundane aromas of a bygone era, I find solace in my comforting ritual of making cottage pie for one. The humble ingredients intertwine, creating a symphony of lingering memories and unfulfilled desires. As I meticulously peel the potatoes, I am overcome by a sense of familiarity, a glimpse into a life that could have been. Each spoonful of creamy mashed potatoes bears the weight of my regrets and unspoken dreams. Cottage pie, this humble creation, has become my companion, my constant reminder of the simple pleasures denied.