Friday, July 09, 2010

500 million friends


David "Fight Club" Fincher has directed a new movie written by Aaron "West Wing" Sorkin. It's a story about the founders of the social-networking website, Facebook. It is scored by Trent Reznor.

That's enough cognitive dissonance for one morning. I am going for a lie down.

Lunchtime Update

It gets stranger. Here is the founder of Facebook shooting the video conference breeze with the Prime Minister, as posted by No10 on their YouTube channel today.


Thursday, July 08, 2010

Paul the psychic octopus

Paul, an octopus in a German zoo who predicts the national side's football results, maintained his 100 per cent accuracy rate at this World Cup by foreseeing the team's downfall at the hands of Spain.
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His keeper, Oliver Walenciak, said before the match: "We know that all octopus have nine brains so we know he has exceptional powers.
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Paul's unwavering accuracy this year has even seen him become a target for furious Argentinian fans, who blamed him for their side's quarter final defeat against Germany and threatened to eat him.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Spillers


Spillers is the oldest record shop in the world! I never had an inkling. Let's bend the rules a little and elevate a shop to the rank of Welsh Born Icon.

As we're in the neighbourhood be sure to catch "What good am I?" - a profile of Lord Jones of Treforest, on the BBC Iplayer while you can.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

ATTN: Sepp Blatter

In the year 2000, an English heritage blue plaque commemorating Mr John Brodie, who died at the age of 76 in 1934, was unveiled on the late Victorian detached villa he had occupied in Ullet Road, Liverpool.

He invented the football goal net. "After he witnessed a near riot at Everton's Goodison Park stadium when nobody could agree on whether the ball had actually crossed the goal line. He perceived the value of attaching a net to the goalposts to catch the ball: the result was a "net pocket", patented by Mr Brodie in 1889."

On the day of the first World Cup semi-final, we may all pause to reflect that perhaps "goal line technology is not so new after all.

Monday, July 05, 2010

Summer Lightning

A star cast in a timeless comedy.

Affably absent-minded Earl of Emsworth, preparing his prize-winning pig Empress of Blandings for the Shropshire Agricultural Show, is afraid that rival pig-owner Sir Gregory Parsloe is planning to nobble his precious Empress. Parsloe fears that Emsworth's brother Galahad's memoirs contain scurrilous stories about their younger days in the naughty 1890s - particularly a racy story involving some prawns. He plans to hire private detective Percy Pilbeam to purloin the manuscript.

Emsworth's sister Lady Constance, equally desperate to stop publication, also has a secret plan.

And romance is in the air. His Lordship's new secretary and Emsworth's niece Millicent are secretly in love, but need financial help to pull off the marital merger. Emsworth's nephew, Ronnie Fish, is also in love with an unsuitable person - chorus girl Sue Brown. But Emsworth refuses to allow Ronnie any more money. Ronnie concocts a plan to regain his uncle's approval.

Pig-napping, private detection, impostering, mistaken situations, fisticuffs and broken engagements ensue. All is set for glorious mid-summer mayhem.
Public service broadcasting still thrives in some parts of the BBC. I note with some concern however that the current IPlayer link for this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00swkc1/Classic_Serial_Summer_Lightning_Episode_1/

is much better than the pop up in the current beta:
http://beta.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/console/b00swkc1/Classic_Serial_Summer_Lightning_Episode_1

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Kingdom of Ife

I went along to the British Museum's Kingdom of Ife exhibition yesterday with the vague idea that sculptures from West Africa may throw some light on the African mask that I bought from our auction site back in 2004.

All the exhibits were brass, copper, stone or terracotta with no stylistic kinship with the mask at all as far as I could tell, but they were extraordinary works and well worth a visit. I was also surprised that they generally seemed to be portraits from life rather than the stylised images I was expecting.

(PS A club contest judo gold medal for the bomber yesterday morning. Cool that it is just a footnote these days.)

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Night Shift

I love every minute Marvin Gaye committed to vinyl with the exception of "The Onion Song" which I hate as much as I hate "Dignity" by Deacon Blue and "Big Yellow Taxi" by Moany Jitchell.

Go figure.

Friday, July 02, 2010

The Chinese Dining Room

I had a meeting in the Chinese Dining Room today. An interesting companion piece to the meeting in the Yellow Drawing Room last February: See Icons passim.

Prodnose: The Chinese Dining Room?

Myself (as if to a child): Its just another name for the Pavilion Breakfast Room. (Muttering under breath) God give me strength!

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

From Russia with Love

Anna Chapman "appears every inch the part, using her charm, beauty and high-society connections to move with ease through the circles of power and use other people to find out state secrets."

I find it hilarious that a lot of the hack profiling of the "femme fatale" at the centre of the cracked Russian spies network in the US appears to be sourced from her Linkedin and Facebook pages.

They seem to be http://www.linkedin.com/in/chapmananna and http://www.facebook.com/chapmananya. Apologies if that is wrong.

Let's just luxuriate in vaguely relevant Bond quotes:

Prodnose: Siamese fighting fish, fascinating creatures. Brave but on the whole stupid. Yes they're stupid. Except for the occasional one such as we have here who lets the other two fight. While he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself, and then like SPECTRE... he strikes!

Myself: I find the parallel... amusing.

Prodnose: Our organization did not arrange for you to come over from the Russians just for amusement, Number 3.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Current Events

In the "War of Currents" era (sometimes, "War of the Currents" or "Battle of
Currents") in the late 1880s, George Westinghouse and Thomas Edison became adversaries due to Edison's promotion of direct current (DC) for electric power distribution over alternating current (AC) advocated by Westinghouse and Nikola Tesla.
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Edison opposed capital punishment, but his desire to disparage the system of alternating current led to the invention of the electric chair. Harold P. Brown, who was at this time being secretly paid by Edison, constructed the first electric chair for the state of New York in order to promote the idea that alternating current was deadlier than DC.

When the chair was first use, on August 6, 1890, the technicians on hand misjudged the voltage needed to kill the condemned prisoner, William Kemmler. The first jolt of electricity was not enough to kill Kemmler, and only left him badly injured. The procedure had to be repeated and a reporter on hand described it as "an awful spectacle, far worse than hanging." George Westinghouse commented: "They would have done better using an axe."

There is such a thing as bad publicity. There's no such thing as bad electricity.

Monday, June 28, 2010

I say! What a bounder

Obviously this morning I am with the majority who think that it is absurd that Frank Lampard's goal wasn't given and that the introduction of technology to sense if a ball crosses the line in first class matches is a no-brainer.

Will it be infallible though? I remember Boris Onishchenko in the 1976 Olympic Modern Pentathlon?

During Onishchenko's bout with their captain, Jim Fox, the British team protested that Onishchenko's weapon had gone off without actually hitting anything.
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In electric épée fencing, a touch is registered on the scoring box when the tip of the weapon is depressed with a force of 750 grams, completing a circuit formed by the weapon, body cord, and box. It was found that his épée had been modified to include a switch that allowed him to close this circuit without actually depressing the tip of his weapon. Unlike foil, there are no off-target hits in épée, so Onishchenko could get away with this form of cheating if it appeared to onlookers that he had struck anything at all.

Newspapers decried him as "Disonischenko" and "Boris the Cheat". Onishchenko earned the enmity of other Soviet Olympic team members: for example, USSR volleyball team members threatened to throw him out of the hotel's window if they met him.


I should really purse my lips, but there is a certain caddish swagger in rigging up a switch that let's you score at will that appeals to something disreputable in me. Not knowing what Onishchenko looks or looked like, I can't help but visualise him as Terry-Thomas.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Here We Come A-wassailing

I drove down to Cardiff yesterday to see Phil before he emigrated, only to find that almost everyone else in Great Britain was on their way there as well for Armed Forces Day and/or the Paul McCartney gig in the Millennium Stadium enormo dome.

I took the flag of St George off the car at the service station before the Severn Bridge as there's no sense in tempting providence. I hope this wasn't some kind of curse as it won't be going back up now that Germany have walloped England four one and they're out of the World Cup.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

The Evil of Two Lessers

Well folks, here it is the the Rolling Stone article that brought down a general.

Compare and contrast Churchill and Alan Brooke in WWII. That is all I have to say. No links. You do a bit of research if you're interested enough.

Friday, June 25, 2010

a true gent

The two guys in white suits practising ne-waza attacks against their defending partners in the phtoto above are: Ben has got a poster of Inoue in action on his bedroom wall at home, though he didn't recongise him as the face is obscured and he put it up "because it looked cool".

The official opening of the dojo and Clubmark Award was a night to remember.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Oh, what's occurring?

Julia Eileen Gillard (born 29 September 1961 in Barry, Wales, United Kingdom) is the 27th Prime Minister of Australia, and is the first woman to hold that office. She was sworn in as Australia's 27th Prime Minister on 24 June 2010.
A Welsh Born Icon previously unknown to me.

Prodnose: Oh, that red head of hers is no lie.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Slovenia and success

Winston Gordon (see Icons passim) won a gold medal at judo in Celje, Slovenia last weekend. It only occurred to me last night (very likely because I am as stupid as a goose) that this is the same Slovenia that England are facing in a do-or-die football match this afternoon.

This is how the BJA reported it:

Leading the way was long-time standout Winston Gordon who provided a timely reminder of the talent which saw him compete at the 2004 and 2008 Olympics, by surging to gold in the under 90kg weight category.

Gordon, 33, who was returning to the British fold after a nine month absence, showed he was in peak condition as he continued his return from a knee injury.

“It’s a nice feeling to get back in the swing of things,” said Gordon.

“I went out and I enjoyed it, it’s important to make sure I’m ticking all the right boxes and my techniques are looking sharp. Hopefully I can push from here and keep on the mind of the selectors.”

Gordon, who's itching to compete at London 2012, won his five fights in emphatic fashion, four coming by way of ippon.
I see him regularly when I take the Bomber to his judo lessons, so I've watched him go from crutches, to a walking stick, and back to the podium over 2009 and 10.

It is an inspiring example of character. Would that England's football team exhibited similar moxie.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare

Beuys’s first solo exhibition in a private gallery opened on November 26, 1965 with one of the artist’s most famous and compelling performances: How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare. The artist could be viewed through the glass of the gallery’s window. His face was covered in honey and gold leaf, an iron slab was attached to his boot. In his arms he cradled a dead hare, into whose ear he mumbled muffled noises as well as explanations of the drawings that lined the walls.
Beuys our troubles are over.

"So no, creativity is not about ‘blue-sky thinking’ but about destruction and loss, transformed into art through the arduous creative process."

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Scottish Play

I went - as a last minute sub - to see Macbeth at the Globe on Saturday night. It's the first time I've ever been and it's great.

It opened in 1997 so I have been "on the brink" of bowling up there for thirteen years. I'll certainly be going again before 2023.

Curiously, I found out yesterday that Ollie and her mum are going there tonight to see Henry VIII. Small world etc.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Après moi le déluge


My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of coffee cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives

"I didn't come here to save the day," an emotional Costner told reporters here on Friday, adding: "I have come to participate."

It's still far from a happy ending, but I can't help but be cheered by BP's decision to add Kevin Costner's Ocean Therapy Solutions technology to its arsenal in fighting the oil spill.

Hedy Lamarr's U.S. Patent 2,292,387 serves as a basis for modern spread-spectrum communication technology, such as COFDM used in Wi-Fi network connections and CDMA used in some cordless and wireless telephones.

Imagine reading the National Enquirer if I edited it.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Artemis Fowl

Reading this morning in the Grauniard that "the children of Britain have spoken, choosing Eoin Colfer's modern bestseller Artemis Fowl as their favourite Puffin of all time ahead of classic titles including Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Stig of the Dump", I've popped the book into my Amazon wishlist as a reminder to pick a copy up for the Bomber.

Amazon sell a downloadable Artemis Fowl (Unabridged) audio edition of the book as well as the text itself so I may invest in that at the same time. I've been working though Stephen Fry's unabridged Harry Potter readings with Ben on our drives to Cardiff etc. and supplementing that with the physical books which seems to be a good way of kick starting a reading habit.

I've thought for a while though that what I would really like to be able to buy is a license for a book that included the book and access to an audio version in a single package. It would work for me as well him. It would be handy to be able to listen from wherever I am up to in the Millennium trilogy next time I have to drive somewhere, grinding as I currently am through three brick size paperbacks.

Any publishers listening?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Golden Eyeful


You know the world is changing when the next Bond movie is on "indefinite hold" but Daniel Craig is in the next Bond video game.

I can remember Raybs playing the original GoldenEye 007 on the Nintendo 64. He would often pistol whip his foes on the backside rather than shooting them and roar with laughter. I was never quite sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Round and Round

Our Twitter App got caught in the same bind as everyone else yesterday and Tweeted the same message once a minute from quarter past eight in the morning until nine when I got into the office, noticed the problem and shut it down.

During this period our client lost followers after months of steady gains. Admittedly it was only 0.15% of them, but - note to self - there is no reason for them to give a hoot whose fault it was.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Boy with a Chip on his Shoulder

I just finished reading "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo".

It was almost entirely devoid of literary merit.

The story would occasionally shudder to a halt so that the author could subject the reader to a "Ragged Trousered Philanthropists" style explicatory rant on misogyny in contemporary Sweden.

I've never read a book in which the characters made so many sandwiches. (It was strangely reminiscent of Sara Paretsky's VI Warshawski having a bath every two minutes.)

I read the section in which (plot spoiler ahead) a dungeon in which girls have been degraded and done to death is discovered and described, as I was sitting on a bench in the park half watching my nine year old play with his friends, and felt disgusted.

Yet on completing it, I went out and bought the next two volumes in the trilogy; a page turner indeed.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Vuvuzela

Four days into the Wold Cup, and my brain is already completely frazzled by the droning of the vuvuzela.

A vuvuzela, sometimes called a "lepatata" (its Setswana name) or a stadium horn, is a blowing horn approximately 1 m (3 ft 3 in) in length. It is commonly blown by fans at football matches in South Africa. The instrument requires some lip and lung strength to blow and emits a loud monotone (B♭). Commentators have described the sound as "annoying" and compared it with "a stampede of noisy elephants," "a deafening swarm of locusts," "a goat on the way to slaughter" and "a giant hive full of very angry bees."

The sound level of the instrument has been measured at 131 dB(A) at the opening of the horn and at 113 dB(A) two metres in front of the opening, both dangerously high levels for unprotected ears.
Perhaps - as the tone it drones is B♭- I could try drowning it out by amping up a guitar through a flanger and jamming on Purple Rain for the entire ninety minutes of any game I watch? A cure can be worse than the disease.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Silver

The Bomber won a silver medal yesterday at the British Judo London Area Pro Active Fundamental Event so I am chuffed.

I haven't got any photgraphs though. You were allowed to use cameras as long as you registered at the desk but camera phones were absolutely verboten; some sort of incomprehensible child protection measure I suppose

Saturday, June 12, 2010

The Great Spare-Time Revolution

I am posting this link to Cognitive Surplus: The Great Spare-Time Revolution somewhat ironically as I haven't had time to read it yet, and there is so much we have planned to do today that I am blogging at quarter to seven in the morning in case I don't have time later.

Friday, June 11, 2010

On me 'ead, son!

The World Cup is upon us.

For those of you who remain bewildered by the mysterious global appeal of the world's most popular sport, for example, I can guarantee that this book will bewilder you even more—but in a good way! Attend to the enduring dictum of the working-class Sophocles of England, the legendary former manager of Liverpool Football Club, Bill Shankly. One of the book's essays quotes from his line: "Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I am very disappointed in that attitude. I can assure them it is much more serious than that."

For those worried by dubious behavior on Wall Street, see the splendid essay "How to Appreciate the Fingertip Save," in which Edward Winters quotes the guiding principle of Albert Camus—the existential novelist who played goalkeeper as a young man in Algeria: "All that I know of morality I learnt from football."

Or, for those who believe that the irresistible universality of the game will be breaking through in America any day now, see the essay "The Hand of God and Other Soccer . . . Miracles?" in which Kirk McDermid cites St. Thomas Aquinas' identification of the crucial elements that make an event truly miraculous.

Robert Northcott discusses Kierkegaard's concept of anxiety in relation to penalty shots, but right now the Danish philosopher's thinking is best applied to England's dark, neurotic fear of what would be a thoroughly deserved national disgrace should the United States beat England in the teams' opening World Cup match on Saturday.

Is there, perhaps, one too many high-flown footballing philosophy in the book? There is. (And there isn't.) The claim that Nietzsche would have been an enthusiastic supporter of the London club, Arsenal, is curiously speculative when everyone knows that he would have rooted for the steamrollers of Europe, Inter Milan. Another of the essayists—raving about the artistic skills of one of the greatest footballers of our time, Cristiano Ronaldo—calls on the aesthetics of Plato and Aristotle to ponder: "Is Ronaldo a Modern Picasso?" To which we might be tempted to respond: "Maybe so. But could Picasso bend it like Beckham?"

And then where would we be? The answer to that is exactly where the authors of "Soccer and Philosophy" want us to be: thinking in fresh and intriguing ways about the Beautiful Game we thought we knew. "The Loneliness of the Referee," Jonathan Crowe's wonderful essay, is particularly appealing to all who, like myself, yell irrational abuse at that ultimate despot and strutting God of the stadium, the ref. But only when his unbelievably blind decisions go against us. The referee, in other words, is to blame for everything.

Mr. Crowe first reminds us that the existential philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre was an avid student of football—see his "Critique of Dialectical Reason," where he remarks with undeniable wisdom: "In a football match, everything is complicated by the presence of the other team."

See Icons passim, as ever.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Take Me Out to the Ball Game


"Grand Baseball Matches in Welsh and American Style." Quite so, as the two world centres of baseball are:
  1. the USA
  2. Cardiff

Wikipedia provides the skinny.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

In the Wandle

Police are trying to determine if a headless body dragged from the River Wandle by police divers on Monday morning could have originated in Croydon.

Pathologists at St George’s Hospital were conducting a post-mortem on the unidentified man while police kept a 100m section of the river downstream of Plough Lane, Wimbledon, sealed off, at the time of going to press.

Unconfirmed reports suggest divers were back in the river, yards from the former home of Wimbledon FC, searching for a head on Tuesday morning.

Police are unclear if the heavily decomposed body broke up naturally or as a result of criminal behaviour. A homicide investigation is pending results from the post-mortem.

A passer-by walking along the towpath alerted police at 9.30am on Monday after spotting the body floating in the river yards from the new Sanctuary housing development.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

And so it goes

I have been following http://twitter.com/ghuwevans/ since Chris blogged about his movie last year.

Yesterday I read:
MERANTAU WARRIOR UK RELEASE TODAY! Available for download on iTunes at http://tinyurl.com/39fcw2r

So I bought, downloaded and watched it last night. It is great by the way. Interesting as well that my purchase was entirely sparked and accomplished online; Chris Howells blog begat Gareth Evan's Twitter begat Steve Jobs' ITunes.

I was really only peripherally aware that you could buy and rent movies from ITunes, and must look more deeply into it. Would I be able to carry Merantau round on an IPhone if I had one for example?

Monday, June 07, 2010

In like Flynn

Strasbourg, 04.06.2010 – The handling of the H1N1 pandemic by the World Health Organization (WHO), EU agencies and national governments led to a “waste of large sums of public money, and unjustified scares and fears about the health risks faced by the European public”, according to a report by the Social, Health and Family Affairs Committee of the Parliamentary Assembly of the Council of Europe (PACE) made public today in Paris.

The report, prepared by Paul Flynn (United Kingdom, SOC) and approved today by the committee ahead of a plenary debate at the end of this month, says there was “overwhelming evidence that the seriousness of the pandemic was vastly overrated by WHO”, resulting in a distortion of public health priorities.

Presenting his report, Mr Flynn told the committee: “this was a pandemic that never really was”, and described the vaccination programme as “placebo medicine on a large scale”.

In its adopted text, the committee identifies what it calls “grave shortcomings” in the transparency of decision-making about the outbreak, generating concerns about the influence of the pharmaceutical industry on decisions taken. Plummeting confidence in such advice could prove “disastrous” in the case of a severe future pandemic, it warns.

In particular, the WHO and European health institutions were not willing to publish the names and declarations of interest of the members of the WHO Emergency Committee and relevant European advisory bodies directly involved in recommendations concerning the pandemic, the parliamentarians point out.

However, attending the meeting was Fiona Godlee, the Editor-in-Chief of the British Medical Journal, who told the parliamentarians that, according to an
investigation by her journal, scientists who drew up key WHO guidelines on stockpiling flu vaccines had previously been paid by drug companies which stood
to profit.
Interesting n'est-ce pas? This is damning stuff. Here's a PDF of the provisional report. I will be intrigued to see how much coverage this gets in the UK media up to and after the debate "by parliamentarians from all 47 Council of Europe member states on Thursday 24 June during PACE’s summer session in Strasbourg". Is that the same thing as the European Parliament? I'm ashamed to say I don't know.

Cardiff and St Illtyd's Paul Flynn is acknowledged as a Welsh Born Icon.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Mestre Celso

A mate of Ben's came round for tea on Thursday, so we picked him up from a capoeira lesson as it was just down the road.

The session took place in the park rather than the community centre as it was a beautiful day, and I got to watch the last quarter or hour or so from a bench. It was being taught by an older fellow who a little Internet research as identified as Mastre Celso.

It certainly did my heart good to see a man in his eighth decade doing cartwheels on the grass and smiling as he passed on his skills to a gang of kids. For all that, from what I could see, it wouldn't be that much use in an honest to God tear up, capoeira did look like a healthy lifestyle.

"Smart clothes could soon be helping their wearers cope with the stresses of modern life," says the BBC. Get outside while the sun's shining say I.

Friday, June 04, 2010

The new broom

I realise you don't care about this but I've been looking at Downing Street's announcement of the web traffic for May on the Number10 website.

They report 3,602,030 page views in May, up from 1,142,168 in April which is credible as the election was on May 6th.

They then claim that they have had 14,148,516 page views in 2010 giving a monthly average of 2,829,703. That sounds like bunk. Is it really credible that the web site traffic in April was less than half the monthly average when Gordon Brown went to Buckingham Palace on April 6 to ask the Queen to dissolve Parliament?

I submit ladies and gentlemen of the jury that the bean counters at No 10 have taken a twelve month figure for total traffic and divided it by five instead of twelve. One twelfth of 14,148,516 is a much more reasonable 1,179,043.

This is not a very encouraging illustration of the numeracy of our new masters.

"Never Say Never" Again

1. The Problem



2. The Solution

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3. The Reaction

If you wish to bask in the full, developing story, Greg is posting the standout gems at shavedbieber.tumblr.com. For now, we'll play out with our Tween Commenter of the Week, who is 15-year-old Alex from Switzerland. "What you're doing is going back to world war two all over again," Alex explains. "Hitler wanted to erase Jews from society, you want to erase Justin Drew Bieber."

Thursday, June 03, 2010

the charnel grounds

The day after a cab driver went postal in Cumbria killing 12 people and injuring a further eleven, the idea of locking yourself into a mock spaceship to simulate an 18-month mission to Mars has its attractions.

Actually living in a JG Ballard dystopia (Super-Cannes and Thirteen to Centaurus spring to mind in respective reference to the two incidents above) is not necessarily something to relish.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Don't hold your breath

President Barack Obama meets with BP Oil Spill Commission co-chairs, former Sen. Bob Graham of Florida, second from left, and former EPA Administrator William Reilly, second from right, in the Oval Office, June 1, 2010. Also attending the meeting are John Brennan, Assistant to the President for Homeland Security and Counterterrorism, left, and Carol Browner, Assistant to the President for Energy and Climate Change right. June 1, 2010. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
I seem to recall that on January 23rd 2009, President Obama signed an executive order stating that Guantanamo Detention Camp would be closed within the year. It's still open, so I wouldn't put a lot of hope in the "BP Oil Spill Commission " if I was you.

I'm also a touch bemused by what appears to be the complete disengagement of the UK government from the disaster. You'd think that there would be at least sympathetic noises (even if a trifle platitudinous) coming from Whitehall, as it was British Petroleum who pulled the plug and fumbled the finger in the dike.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Hail the Judo Taxi


Corgi have unveiled a judo branded taxi in their collection of official London 2012 merchandise – part of Destination London 2012, a range of 40 London 2012 inspired 1:64 taxis.

The exciting new range follows on from the popular London 2012 Olympic handover bus that was released in October 2009. Made by London 2012 licensee, Corgi, a Hornby brand, the models contain official London 2012 livery and branding. Each model also carries a pictogram of a particular sport appearing in the Games along with special ‘did you know’ facts on the featured sport.
Which is already weird enough even before noting that what appears to be delivered in the illustration is an old fashioned kick in the knackers rather than tomoe nage.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Monkey Gone to Heaven

The Bomber and I went to Rutsfest yesterday, as the Old Ruts extended their influence on our lives from rugby and cricket to - and this is unlikely - blissed out, psychedelic, sunny days of music.

On the way there (we went by Tube as there would be drinking) Ben offered me a bribe of a tenner if I could refrain from embarrassing him by singing along with anything. He doesn't have to pay up this morning.

Prodnose: Monkey Gone To Heaven?

Myself: "There was a guy, an under water guy who controlled the sea got killed by ten million pounds of sludge." Someone played a Pixies cover that put me in mind of BP.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Peering into the future

Looking at the Dissolution Honours List, I notice that I have had meetings with two of the new Lords: Richard Allan and Ian Blair to be precise.

That's quite a turn up, but then again I suppose I have got a few miles on the clock. "Maybe He's not omnipotent, He's just been around so long He knows everything," as we learned of God in Groundhog Day.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Friday, May 28, 2010

What good am I?

There's a beta version of a new BBC Iplayer out. As with Spotify it integrates Twitter and Facebook. As with Spotify I don't really grok it.

But I can link you directly to Tom Jones nailing Dylan's "What good am I?" 18 minutes into Jules Holland with http://beta.bbc.co.uk/i/slmyj/?t=18m.

Deducing that t is time and m is minutes in t=18m doesn't really require weapons grade reverse engineering skillz.

No matter, I shared my love of the album the original is from back in 2005, which means that I've been writing a WBI long enough to be nostalgic about it.

I deduce reluctantly that blogging is no longer on the cutting edge, that despite my best efforts I am becoming a stranger to modernity, but Tommy Woodward is still the best singer around.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

spirits from the vasty deep

Release date: 25 May 2010
BP today confirmed that following detailed discussion with the National Incident Commander, Admiral Thad Allen, it will continue to provide live video feeds from the seabed throughout the planned ‘top kill’ procedure – the attempt to stop the flow from the damaged MC252 well by pumping heavy drilling fluids into it.
I've embedded it below from this link. It is in a Microsoft format so you may have to give it permission to run.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Just my 22 bills

The Queen, as Head of State, carries out the duty of formally opening each new session of Parliament.

But before she travels to Parliament from Buckingham Palace, certain historical ''precautions'' are observed.

The Yeomen of the Guard, the oldest of the royal bodyguards, armed with lanterns, search the cellars of the Palace of Westminster, a practice which dates back to the Gunpowder Plot of November 5, 1605.

Another tradition sees a Government whip held ''hostage'' at the Palace to ensure the Queen's safe return.

The custom dates back to centuries when the monarch and Parliament were on less cordial terms.

When people in Britain want to buy a pet, they go to a pet shop. If they want to buy a pet shop, they go to a pet shop shop. If they want to buy a pet shop shop, well, they're just being silly.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Unsociable

Spotify has added a "host" of new social features, and I am underwhelmed. Maybe I haven't got enough friends.

Monday, May 24, 2010

The Sting

Pondering the Fergie sting:
THE Duchess of York is shamelessly plotting to sell access to her trade envoy ex-hubby Prince Andrew for £500,000.

I see it is the work of Mazher Mahmood - an extraordinary character. Here's the skinny from Wikipedia.

You'ld think everyone in the public eye would be wise to him by now.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The rest is silence

I went along to take a look at Bob Dylan's Drawn Blank pictures in Wimbledon yesterday. They were surprisingly good.

Then in the afternoon:
Thousands of Cardiff City fans watched in agony as their team lost the Championship play-off final to Blackpool at Wembley.

Cardiff could not pull back a 3-2 half time deficit. They had led twice in the game, through goals from Michael Chopra and Joe Ledley before falling behind.
No poem this time.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

a ray of sunshine

Sometimes,
You wake up in the morning with a bass line,
A Ray of Sunshine,
Sometimes,
You know today you're gonna have a good time,
And you're ready to go.

This morning by way of contrast, I have a hangover and I'm running late.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Play up! play up! and play the game!

The Bomber has segued from rugby to cricket as the seasons change at the Old Ruts.

He wasn't interested in it at all until he found out that a lot of his rugby pals would be there, but this week has talked of little else.

All together now:
There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight -
Ten to make and the match to win -
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of the ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote -
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'

The sand of the Desert is sodden red -
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; -
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel's dead,
And the regiment's blind with dust and smoke.
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'

This is the world that year by year,
While in her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind -
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'

Thursday, May 20, 2010

un film de

The saga of "Uncle Simon" continues with a poster from the MTV movie blog. It seems like everyone's making movies but me. Mark was telling me he is going to shoot ‘Cruentus: The Blood Lust’ with Ingrid Pitt in Goa later this year. Probably with a more modest budget than an action movie with Bruce Willis and Jamie Foxx, but watcha gonna do?

Even the people downstairs made a rom com.

They're all at it.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Everyone says 'hi'

Said you'd took a big trip
They said you moved away
Happened oh so quietly, they say

Should've took a picture
Something I could keep
Buy a little frame, something cheap
For you
Everyone says hi

Said you sailed a big ship
Said you sailed away
Didn't know the right thing to say

I'd love to get a letter
Like to know what's what
Hope the weather's good and it's not too hot
For you

Everyone says hi

Don't stay in a sad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi

If the money is lousy
You can always come home
We can do the old things
We can do all the bad things
If the food gets you leery
You can always phone
We could do all the good things
We could do it, we could do it, we could do it

Don't stay in a bad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi

Everyone says hi

And the girl next door
Everyone says hi

And the guy upstairs
Everyone says hi

And your mum and dad
Everyone says hi

And your big fat dog
Everyone says hi

I heard this rather simple yet lovely Bowie song on the radio the other day, and assumed it was an early piece, but it turns out to be from 2002's Heathen album. (I was pretty much a Bowie completist back in the day but bailed out around the time of Tin Machine.)

And thus, due to the offices of LoveBolts (hat tip John), I could strum it to myself of an evening after Raybs was reported missing and then turned up in Florida.

I think I should play acoustic guitar more often.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

À la recherche du tweets perdu

About 22 hours ago I tweeted as follows:
"Sir: I am seated in the smallest room in the house. Your review is before me.
Shortly it will be behind me." http://bit.ly/15dP0C
This was simply because I had read the quote above, and it was new to me, in an article called "Alain de Botton: You'll regret those words until your dying day" in the Telegraph.

Then about 21 hours ago I got an email saying:
Alain de Botton (alaindebotton) is now following your tweets on Twitter.

This seems extraordinary to me considering that:

  • the article I quote gives him rather a vigorous shoeing
  • I don't mention his name.
  • the link is anonymised in a shortener

Passing strange, the interactions that are evolving online. The opportunities for paranoia seem unlimited.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Henry 8.0

In this episode of the online comedy sketch series, Henry gets his own back on the King of France using the power of social networking. Starring Brian Blessed as Henry VIII. The Tudor king is alive & well, and living in a suburban semi with his long-suffering sixth wife Catherine Parr. He has embraced modern technology and lives his life online - insulting the King of France on Facebook, surfing for honeys, and blocking the Pope on Twitter. Very much the modern man - he likes Top Gear, Kings of Leon & Sunday roasts, he dislikes Michael Buble, I.T. helpdesks & Lily Allen's manager. These clips offer an insight into what happens when a 16th century king meets 21st century suburbia. Eat your heart out David Starkey here's the real thing!

I couldn't possibly comment.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

50 today

The first working laser was built by Theodore Maiman and "fired" at Hughes Research Laboratories, Malibu, California on 16 May 1960.
I can't help wondering if the were as much inspired by sci-fi rayguns as anything else.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

On yer bike

Picked up the bomber by bicycle for the first time this year and cycled back to Colliers Wood together; both glad to be back in the saddle.

Come July one of Transport for London's first Cycle Superhighways will take me from the bottom of the road all the way to the City.

Friday, May 14, 2010

batting for the other side

This just in:
An American newspaper has been accused of attempting to "out" Supreme Court nominee Elena Kagan as a lesbian by publishing a front page photograph of her playing softball.

The Wall Street Journal was attacked for using a 1993 image of Miss Kagan, who was nominated for the top court by President Barack Obama this week, holding a bat during her time as a teacher at the University of Chicago.

Critics have claimed the sport is regarded as a "lesbian" pastime in the minds of many Americans and the picture was used to allude to rumours about her sexuality.

John Wright, of gay newspaper Dallas Voice, told Politico: "Personally I think the newspaper, which happens to have the largest circulation of any in the US, might as well have gone with a headline that said, 'Lesbian or switch-hitter?'."

Cathy Renna, a former spokesperson for the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against
Defamation, said: "It clearly is an allusion to her being gay. It's just too easy a punch line."

The newspaper has ridiculed the suggestion as "absurd" and the row has surprised many who were unaware softball had lesbian connotations.
What a strange country the US is. Include me among the "unaware."

The Washington Post has also announced to a breathless world that:
if Elena Kagan is confirmed to replace retiring Justice John Paul Stevens, the Supreme Court would for the first time in its history be without a justice belonging to America's largest religious affiliations -- the Protestant traditions. If Kagan is confirmed, six of the justices will be Roman Catholic and three will be Jewish.

At least Yanks seem interested I suppose. The Supreme Court of the United Kingdom was established by Part 3 of the Constitutional Reform Act 2005 and started work on 1 October last year to almost complete indifference.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Username "Harriet" Password "Harman"

Now that Gordon Brown is gone, Harriet Harman - God help us - is the acting leader of the Labour party.

This is a politician who has informed the world that "it cannot be assumed that men are bound to be an asset to family life or that the presence of fathers in families is necessarily a means to social cohesion," yet attempted to change the party's rules in 2007 that one of Labour’s two top posts should always be held by a woman.

The combination of vacuity and vanity necessary simultaneously to believe that it is important for an organisation to have a Mummy and Daddy but not for a child to have a Mummy and Daddy is quite simply breathtaking.

In April 2008, Harman's blog was "hacked" and changed to state that she had joined the Conservative Party. Harman later admitted when questioned by Sky News that the incident was a result of her using "Harriet" and "Harman" as her username and password.
Do you begin to see a pattern emerging with regards to brain power?

The intellectual and moral collapse of the Left in the UK over the last thirty years has been an unmitigated social and cultural disaster for the country, but that is a rant for another day.

In the meantime Labour is on its third self-deluding narcissistic leader in succession. This must be some sort of record.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Ippon

One year to the day from starting judo here is the Bomber's gold medal from Sunday's tournament.

It was a team event. I think there were three in a team, and Darren told me all of Ben's team of red belts beat yellow belts by ippon.

Winston congratulated him after training on Monday, saying that he must have a good heart as he fought back from from behind to win.

That means we've now heard it from a British judo champion as well as a British muay Thai champion. (Would I ever have remembered this without the blog?)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I speak of the pompitous



I got the screen shot above just before Gordon Brown's 5pm announcement yesterday. "Statement form Dowing Street" anybody? Jeesh! Come back Lord Reith.

Now that the starting gun has been fired on the selection of a new Labour leader we can begin to deal with important questions.

The main issue is not "should it be David Miliband or Ed Miliband?"

It is "how on earth did Ma and Pa Miliband resist calling one of them Steve?"

If I discover that either Dave or Ed has a son called Steve Miliband I will join the Labour party and vote for him.

Prodnose: Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Myself: Some call me the gangster of love
Prodnose: Some people call me Maurice
Myself: Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

Monday, May 10, 2010

Red Square

British soldiers have marched in Red Square in Moscow for the first time to mark the 65th anniversary of the defeat of Nazi Germany on Sunday.

Seventy six soldiers from 2 Company 1st Battalion Welsh Guards marched beside more than 10,500 Russian troops and others from the US and France.

Having grown up in the Cold War, I find this an extraordinary turn of events even though a little research has informed me that The Prodigy, Shakira, Paul McCartney, Roger Waters, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers have all played Red Square in recent years.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Hajime

The Bomber is fighting in his first tournament this morning. It's at the Budokwai in Chelsea which is the oldest Japanese martial arts club in Europe. The WBI time machine tells me he has been doing judo for a year already.

When I think that he was playing at a rugby festival last weekend, and represented the school in a middle distance race against a dozen or so other local schools the Friday before that, I find the constant refrain that primary school children aren't physically literate difficult to credit.

I'm 100% in favour of any one who will put up hard cash for sport in schools though.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

the dove is never free

The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove she will be caught again
bought and sold and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned up a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march, there is no drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Why did I take so long to get round to Leonard Cohen? Saudade late at night, Live in London and red wine feels very grown up.

Friday, May 07, 2010

I giva ya trivia

Twitter has rolled out a new tool that lets you immortalise a tweet on a website. Using “Blackbird pie,” you can create an embeddable tweet by first entering the URL for the chosen message, and voila!

"My motto is 'Never say never'. Which makes it difficult to tell people my motto." - Steve McKennaless than a minute ago via TweetDeck



History is made.

Verdict: the tumbleweed will soon be blowing by this ugly symptom of creeping featuritis.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

personal prerogative powers

Myself: I stopped off at the polling station and voted on the way to work this morning.

Prodnose: Indeed; one of the three main prerogative powers recognised under the common law which still reside in the jurisdiction of the Crown may well be relevant to tomorrow's result.

Myself: Did you see the football last night? It was on in 3D in the pub. We hired glasses from behind the bar. It was great.

Prodnose: If after the election no one party has an absolute majority in the House (as in 1923, 1929 and February 1974) then the Queen will send for the leader of the party with the largest number of seats (as in 1929 and 1974) or with the next largest number of seats (as in January 1924). Alternatively, the sovereign will have to initiate discussions with and between the parties to discover, for example, whether a government could be formed by a politician who was not a party leader or whether a coalition government could be formed.

Myself: Interesting times. Innit I saw that Jordan once in a club, she woz well fit bruv .........

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Think Globally, Act Locally

The most I would say is that you should do tomorrow exactly what I am going to do myself, which is to look down the list of people who are offering themselves to you for your vote, read what they profess to stand for, and vote for the person whose values and sense of priorities most closely reflect your own.

I'll be voting for Siobhain McDonagh again, as I think she is diligent and honest. (I also think that it is good to spend more money on sending letters to your constituents than any other MP.)

It is hard to vote Labour but I console myself that at least it is a vote against Gordon Brown.

(P.S. "David Cairns had ambitions to enter House of Commons but was barred due to the House of Commons (Clergy Disqualification) Act 1801 and the Catholic Relief Act 1829 which prevented Catholic priests from being elected to Parliament. To rectify this, Siobhain McDonagh introduced the House of Commons Disqualification (Amendment) Bill in Parliament on 16 June 1999, but the Bill fell. The government subsequently introduced the House of Commons (Removal of Clergy Disqualification) Bill to remove these restrictions, which passed on 11 May 2001." Fancy that! Never heard of it.)

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Too Close for Comfort


Iggy bounded on to the stage twisting to the sound of Raw Power itself, tearing off his waistcoat even before he launched into the searing Search and Destroy (bizarrely composed in Wimbledon, with lyrics dreamt up in the gardens of Kensington Palace).

My italics.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Go the whole hog, Mog!

The Bomber is playing in the Mini & Junior Rugby Festival hosted by Burnham on Sea RFC this Saturday and Sunday.

It is organised by Gulivers Travel, and we are being put up at Pontin's Brean Sands Holiday Camp.

I'll probably be offline for the next few days, but if I'm needed urgently try the camp's Lunars Showbar.

Living well is the best revenge.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Bigotgate

Gordon Brown is a solipsistic boor, and (never mind yesterday's shenanigans) you should have realised that when he turned his back on tradition in 1997 by arriving to deliver his first Mansion House speech wearing a lounge suit - rather than the traditional black tie. It was the act of a cad and a bounder.

Thus, boorish as he is himself, his administration is one in which boorishness flourishes. This is the thread that links such apparently disparate disasters as the Damian McBride scandal, and last week's mocking of the Pope even if that particular stench emanated from the bowels of the Foreign Office.

So there.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

3rd Mon

Let the record show that the Bomber did his 2nd to 3rd Mon grading in judo last night.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Interview with a vampire?

On April 14, 1976, Denis Dutton and Michael Palencia-Roth, both editors of Philosophy and Literature, along with their colleague, Lawrence I. Berkove of the University of Michigan – Dearborn, interviewed Jorge Luis Borges at Michigan State University, where he was visiting professor for the winter term. This Philosophy and Literature interview is made available online here for the first time.

I have no personal system of philosophy. I never attempt to do that. I am merely a man of letters. In the same way, for example that — well, of course, I shouldn’t perhaps choose this as an example — in the same way that Dante used theology for the purpose of poetry, or Milton used theology for the purposes of his poetry, why shouldn’t I use philosophy, especially idealistic philosophy — philosophy to which I was attracted — for the purposes of writing a tale, of writing a story? I suppose that is allowable?
I think we'll allow that, yes, if we get “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius” out of it.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

There you go

I completed my third triathlonesque Childline Challenge in Swansea this morning in my fastest time so far. Icons passim delineate the 2007 and 2008 campaigns, and the event itself took a sabbatical last year.

Intriguingly, I tweaked my lower back in a forward fold at the beginning of Bikram yoga yesterday morning, and was in such pain that, for a while, I couldn't even stand never mind bend. I would have quit (what with a triathlon the next day) but I was too crocked even to get up and walk out. As I lay there however, I realised that there was nowhere I could go that was going to make my back better, so I persevered in the hot room emphasising stretches as I gradually improved, but easing very gently into any twists.

I was largely fixed come the end of the session, and well enough to cycle, swim and run this morning; lesson learned.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

We are Iron Men

Mashable:
Iron Man 2 hits theaters soon and Marvel and Paramount are teaming up to put together some very cool augmented reality web experiences.

At the UK Iron Man 2 website, users can use their webcams to get suited up with either an Iron Man or War Machine helmet, as well as take a look at what the HUD (heads up display) would look like through Iron Man or War Machine’s perspectives.

These sorts of features are pretty standard AR-fare these days, but what makes the Iron Man 2 approach interesting is that you can record your interactions and then link to the videos on Facebook or Twitter or embed them on your own website.

Definitely something to for the Bomber and me to try out once we catch the movie. (Iron Man: icons passim.)

Friday, April 23, 2010

Pope? Nope

A bid to bring the Pope to Colliers Wood when he visits Britain later this year has failed.

His Holiness had been invited to the area to view the remains of Merton Priory, the site of England’s first parliament and the place where Pope Adrian IV was educated in the 12th century.

The spiritual leader of Britain’s Catholics will visit the country from September 16 to 19. He is set to stay at the Apostolic Nunciature in Wimbledon Village - the home of his representative in the UK.

The invitation to visit the site was made by the mayor of Merton, Councillor Nick Draper, who is a trustee of conservation group the Merton Priory Trust.

While I'm on the subject, Dominic Lawson throws a cat among the pigeons, to my approval.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

500 years of democracy and peace

Eat your way around the world in London was back on the road last night for the first time since 2008.

We eased our way back in over a fondue at the St Moritz, and navigated there via my phone's GPS. Times change.
Established in 1974 the St.Moritz is London's oldest Swiss restaurant. Genuine traditional Swiss cuisine prepared and served under the auspices of the renowned proprietor and chef Armin Loetscher.
Follow the links for our real and imaginary destinations.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Satire Boom

Women who wear revealing clothing and behave promiscuously are to blame for earthquakes, an Iranian cleric says.

Hojjat ol-eslam Kazem Sediqi, the acting Friday prayer leader in Tehran, said women should stick to strict codes of modesty to protect themselves.

"Many women who do not dress modestly lead young men astray and spread adultery in society which increases earthquakes," he explained.
Padawan Prodnose: Did the earth move for you?

Obi-Wan Myself: I felt a great disturbance in the Farce, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out the same joke at the same time.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

No names, no pack-drill

The Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which "people reach erroneous conclusions and make unfortunate choices but their incompetence robs them of the metacognitive ability to realize it". The unskilled therefore suffer from illusory superiority, rating their own ability as above average, much higher than in actuality; by contrast, the highly skilled underrate their abilities, suffering from illusory inferiority. This leads to a perverse result where less competent people will rate their own ability higher than more competent people. It also explains why actual competence may weaken self-confidence because competent individuals falsely assume that others have an equivalent understanding. "Thus, the miscalibration of the incompetent stems from an error about the self, whereas the miscalibration of the highly competent stems from an error about others."

This explains a lot.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Port Out Starboard Home

The bomber was playing in the Surrey Mini Rugby A Festival yesterday. It was sponsored by Land Rover and the programme was full of adverts for independent schools.

After that we tootled over to Ascot Racetrack (on the occasion of Ollie's birthday).

Posh for the day.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Still Sproggling

David Goodman, Last.fm's chief, talks to Emma Barnett about how the music site is going back to its roots, having terminated on-demand streaming, with a renewed focus on scrobbling and personalised internet radio.

Coming up for a year after my post about scrobbling to LastFM from Spotify, I listen more and more to my custom radio station. I did so last night while cooking dinner, and again this morning. The new strategy sounds good to me.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Election Debate: The Verdict

James Wannerton, 51, is president of the UK Synaesthesia Association. He experiences words as tastes and textures, a neurological condition known as lexical-gustatory synaesthesia.

Gordon Brown's name tastes horrible, and his flavour was nasty – like soil mixed with Marmite. That said, he was good on education, when he tasted of peaches, sliced potato and bacon.

Nick Clegg tastes of a pickled onion yet he kept turning soft, mushy and warm. Immigration was good for him. His speech reminded me of sweets I had as a kid – fruit pastilles, Spangles and liquorice.

David Cameron's flavour was best. He gave me a taste of ink, which I find comforting. His name tastes of macaroons, but he said sorry so frequently it covered the macaroons with condensed milk.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

schadenfreude

How the gods rewarded Portsmouth (Icons passim):
The South Coast club’s win over Cardiff City in the 2008 FA Cup Final triggered bonus payments that helped to drive them into administration this season, and the consequent nine-point penalty resulted in their demotion to the Coca-Cola Championship.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Time and Tide

GRAY gnashed his teeth with envy as he saw a mighty store
Of DVDs neglected on his fellow-creature's shore:

I didn't watch Looking for Eric again last night.

Amazon proved that although there is a limit to the number of books I can read, there doesn't appear to be any related constraint on the number of books I can buy.

Amazon again, plus the £3, £4 and £5 bargains in Sainsbury, seems to be nudging me in a similar direction vis a vis DVDs. Looking for Eric is merely one of many repeatedly postponed platters.

I shudder to think how long I have had an unmolested shrink-wrapped copy of Human Traffic, bought because it was shot in Cardiff but never actually viewed. It is at least seven years.

Justin Kerrigan, the writer and director, took a whole decade to come up with his next movie. I Know You Know is also set in Wales and just released.

Out of guilt I have decided to recommend it to you sight unseen (review here), and to anoint Mr Kerrigan (Cardiff 1974) as a Welsh Born Icon.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Pull my ring

Unpacking the shopping yesterday, I discovered to my dismay that the can of corned beef I was shelving had one of these new fangled ring pulls.
I don't want a ring pull, I want an old school dangerous corned beef can; come to think if it, it is a tin can not a can.
When I was first fending for myself all those years ago I used regularly to come home, somewhat worse for wear, open a tin with the key (as illustrated) and then slice the top of my right thumb trying to get the meat out.
I imagine if you took my fingerprints you would see that I still bear the scars, but I'm nostalgic for the rite of passage.
Moving on, I cooked roast duck with berry sauce and celeriac puree last night, and very nice it was too. Merci, Monsieur Blanc.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Half cut to the chase

Harvey:

Wilson (reading from an encyclopedia): P O O K A - Pooka - from old Celtic mythology - a fairy spirit in animal form - always very large. The pooka appears here and there - now and then - to this one and that one - a benign but mischievous creature - very fond of rumpots, crackpots, and how are you, Mr. Wilson?" "How are you, Mr. Wilson?" Who in the encyclopedia wants to know?
Encyclopedia:

The Púca (Old Irish for ghost), (also Pwwka, Pooka, Puka, Phouka, Púka, Pwca in Welsh, Bucca in Cornish, Pouque in Dgèrnésiais, Puca or Puck in English, Glashtyn, and Gruagach) is a creature of Celtic folklore, notably in Ireland, the West of Scotland, and Wales. It is one of the myriad of faery folk, and, like many faery folk, is both respected and feared by those who believe in it.
..
According to legend, the púca is a deft shape shifter, capable of assuming a variety of terrifying or pleasing forms, and may appear as a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, or dog. No matter what shape the púca takes, its fur is almost always dark. It most commonly takes the form of a sleek black horse with a flowing mane and luminescent golden eyes.
Frank Kelly Rich

Read a good book alone in a quiet place and you will absorb and understand the beauty of a perfectly worded sentence. Read in a crowded and loud room and you will skim the beauty and absorb nothing. The same goes for drinking. There are no distractions to divert your attention from the rich bite of a mouthful of bourbon. You will notice the vast array of flavors and aromas. You will realize hidden depths of taste in a cocktail you had imagined a shallow pond.
Elwood P. Dowd:
Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, "In this world, Elwood, you must be" - she always called me Elwood - "In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant." Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

It's your round

I went to Richmond's Orange Tree theatre yesterday (largely because I'd never been there before) to see a revival of an Alan Ayckbourn farce directed by the great man himself.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

I am Hit-Girl

I went to see Kick Ass last night.

The Chloe Moretz/Nicholas Cage double act is one of the funniest things I have seen in years, though if you hear that I have invested in a balisong on the back of it please contact the authorities.




I liked Stardust as well (icons passim). Does this make me a Jane Goodman fan who can't abide Jonathon Ross?

That said, I would pay to see Wossy try and pronounce Shabba Ranks.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Pixels


New York is destroyed by 8-bit space invaders, and I am miraculously young again.

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Labouring the point

According to the most up to date figures I can find on the web - though, let's be frank, I haven't knocked myself out on research:
In an official submission to the Electoral Commission, Labour admitted that its membership at the end of 2007 was 176,891.
That is scarcely 40 per cent of the 405,000 peak reached in 1997 when Tony Blair took office, and thought to be the lowest total since Labour was founded in 1900.
I would be surprised if this figure has gone up over the last couple of years.

The Prime Minister's wife, by contrast, has 1,117,670 followers on Twitter as I write.

Strange days indeed.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Money Talks; It Says Goodbye

AOL (NYSE: AOL) told employees today that it may sell or shut down social network Bebo this year after deciding it would take too much additional investment to make keeping it worthwhile.
AOL bought Bebo for $850 million in 2008.

850 million here, 850 million there; pretty soon you're talking about a lot of money.

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Hard Scrabble

General election, general schmelection; the important news today is that the makers of scrabble have changed the rules (for the first time in its sixty odd year history) to allow players to use, the previously verboten, proper nouns.

Assuming the mantle of Sir Bufton Tufton, Tory back bencher from the shires and old-school clubman, we can only comment that this is:

an act of desperation by the makers, who have presumably noticed that not only can younger people not spell, read or write, they will cry off to their Playstations if asked to cope with the simple and necessary rule prohibiting proper nouns because, of course, they don’t understand the difference between proper and common nouns and have a functional vocabulary of approximately thirteen nouns, which is pretty limiting in a Scrabble context). The logical next relaxation of this rule would be to allow players to play all seven letters at whim, just so long as the resulting word looks pretty or sounds phonetically interesting in the eyes of the individual.
As a nod to the vulgar world of politics however I offer you prorogation (64 points).
Prorogation marks the end of a parliamentary session. It is the formal name given to the period between the end of a session of Parliament and the State Opening of Parliament that begins the next session. The parliamentary session may also be prorogued when Parliament is dissolved and a general election called.
Nick Browne is a constitutional expert.

Monday, April 05, 2010

The Dangerous Book for Boys

I'm back in London, but before we left, the Bomber and I spent a satisfying morning in Cardiff, collecting feathers shed by Roath Park's swans and geese, and then making arrows in Mum and Dad's garden.

We got our fletching instructions from The Dangerous Book for Boys; an invaluable tome. It comes highly recommended by me, the son and heir and all his cousins.

"Why Don't You Just Switch Off Your Television Set and Go and Do Something Less Boring Instead?"

Friday, April 02, 2010

Good Friday

Based on the scriptural details[citation needed] of the Sanhedrin Trial of Jesus, the Crucifixion of Jesus was most probably on a Friday. The estimated year of Good Friday is AD 33, by two different groups, and originally as AD 34 by Isaac Newton via the differences between the Biblical and Julian calendars and the crescent of the moon. A third method, using a completely different astronomical approach based on a lunar Crucifixion darkness and eclipse model (consistent with Apostle Peter's reference to a "moon of blood" in Acts 2:20) arrives at the same date, namely Friday April 3, AD 33.

Whatever did we do before Wikipedia?

The Bomber and I are off to my resolutley offline Mum and Dad's in Cardiff today; back Monday.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

One with everything

Greco-Buddhist art is the artistic manifestation of Greco-Buddhism, a cultural syncretism between the Classical Greek culture and Buddhism, which developed over a period of close to 1000 years in Central Asia, between the conquests of Alexander the Great in the 4th century BCE, and the Islamic conquests of the 7th century CE. Greco-Buddhist art is characterized by the strong idealistic realism of Hellenistic art and the first representations of the Buddha in human form, which have helped define the artistic (and particularly, sculptural) canon for Buddhist art throughout the Asian continent up to the present. It is also a strong example of cultural syncretism between eastern and western traditions.

The origins of Greco-Buddhist art are to be found in the Hellenistic Greco-Bactrian kingdom (250 BCE- 130 BCE), located in today’s Afghanistan, from which Hellenistic culture radiated into the Indian subcontinent with the establishment of the Indo-Greek kingdom (180 BCE-10 BCE).
This is astonishing on so many levels that I scarcely know where to begin. Perhaps I should learn to draw the Buddha's face.