28 Dec 2008

Tonight Matthew, Dave and I will make a cloud...





This is what happens when you don't keep an eye on a kettle.

Gutted.

I went to town yesterday, mostly to meet people who I had been friends with in school. While we were sat drinking, the conversation turned to the imminent death of Woolworths, who were having their last day of trading.

We decided to set out and have a look, as I had heard rumours of fittings for sale, and thought I might be able to pick up a bargain on an industrial fridge perhaps. No, as it turns out. I was too late and the doors were locked, with the shop looking distinctly raped inside. This isn't it, this is a Stockport one.



I started to try and remember the last time that I thought I needed to go to Woolworths, and I honestly couldn't remember. On the cheap household goods front, the pound shops, Home Bargains and Wilkinsons all kicked their ass, and considering I'm not a major purchaser of loose sweets and chart CDs, and react badly to glaring strip lighting, its not so surprising that I didn't the frequent the place.

Ahh Zavvi....



Now if any business was on its way out then surely it was Zavvi. The 15 month old chain was created by a management buyout of Richard Branson's Virgin Megastores. A couple of points stay in my mind which must have crossed the minds of some Zavvi employees:

1. Virgin (the company) was originally a business selling recorded music
2. Now Virgin don't see a future in it
3. Probably a good time to get out

Its interesting to note that Zavvi was 'Britain's biggest independent retailer', but alas were helped down by the collapse of Entertainment UK (who provided the bulk of CDs etc) who themselves were part of the Kingfisher Group (the owners of Woolies).

My next prediction based on no financial sense at all, and purely on instinct is British Home Stores.



Again, its pretty much because I never need to go in there, as I'm fine for school shirts and lightbulbs at the moment.*

*I would probably go to the market for lightbulbs actually.

25 Dec 2008

19 Dec 2008

Edward Carpenter 1844-1929



I'd heard of this chap before but never really looked in any detail. Carpenter spent much of his life in search of a pure form of anarcho-socialism, but he's more interesting that just that. He was also openly gay, and his first boyfriend was a razor grinder from Sheffield. In fact, he had a little gay commune going just outside the city. I suppose it wasn't a 'gay commune' per se, but definitely a place where it was acceptable. The community emphasised a kind of simple life and enjoyed some moderate success to the extent that Carpenter received requests from Japanese fans of his books to move to Sheffield and allow them to make sandals.

Carpenter was an early exponent of the personal being political. Much of his writing focussed on sexual liberation, and influenced writers such as D H Lawrence. Following travels round Asia, his school of thought took on some elements of eastern mysticism, but it remained true to both libertarian and western progressive thought.

The great love of his life was George Merrill, who had no formal education and was brought up in the slums of Sheffield. This fitted in nicely with Carpenter's belief that same-sex love could both bring classes together, and be a force for social change.

Carpenter's life has so many interesting facets that its impossible to convey in this many words a full picture of the man, but its worth noting that he was also a pioneer of nude sunbathing.

16 Dec 2008

Busy.



One can't really elicit sympathy by saying the phrase 'I've been so busy I haven't had time to blog' but this is actually true.

Following my injury last week, I didn't want to moan to much, so I went to the Warehouse Project in Manchester to see Squarepusher. It was originally going to be myself and 3 of my current and former colleagues, but due to illness and prior engagements, it ended up as one of my former colleagues, her friend and I. So in this instance, I was the 'gay friend'.

The Warehouse Project is not a warehouse, rather a car park underneath Manchester Picadilly station. Unlike raves and free parties, this is licensed, and blimey, the level of security and police outside unnerved me.

As I walked in (still with arm in sling) I was led aside, told to completely empty my pockets, unzip everything, and then get fondled good and proper by a security guard. It was indeed very thorough (we're talking sliding fingers round the bottom of all of my pockets). In my view, going through all of this doesn't really class as 'entertainment' for me, its more like a psychedelic prison visit, plus it costs £20 to get in. Outrageous.

Squarepusher was very good, especially with the live drums and bass-playing, although one girl said to me 'Its a bit too metal innit?' to which I said ' Not really'.

Luke Vibert was OK in the same way that most drum 'n' bass is OK. And the other people 'playing' that night had output that could be considered 'fuel for fuckheads'. We left around 5am, and went to Spar in time for the first train to Sheffield at ten to 6 (pretty much filled with the same partygoers).

I am still most definitely a rock dude.

Yesterday was the staff party, and amongst the better things, I got first prize in the beard competition. In front of my department, I was told to give a speech, so in the spirit of Marlon Brando, I kept it concise and meaningful: "I cannot accept this award until my people are free". I was panicking that this would be met with silence, but thankfully it got a laugh. Phew.

10 Dec 2008

Ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Fell off the garage roof last night. It really hurt. Time for a visit to the walk-in centre methinks.

Happy birthday Tom...

8 Dec 2008

Empty building, empty mind

I was on guard in my new building today. Its looking pretty smart. Trouble is, there's no computer or phone yet, so it was 4 hours sitting. I had a newspaper, but I quickly got through that.



Hendo's is across the road. I look forward to smelling the scent of Monster Munch Pickled Onion every day.



After almost cracking up with boredom, I found some scraps of paper and a pen, so I drew some crappy cartoons.


The Noose of The Man

I've gotten away with not wearing a tie for work for about 7 years now, over 2 jobs. Today, this record is now broken, as I'm not only wearing a tie, but wearing proper shoes as well.

I still have a beard though - they can't take that away from me. Can they?

5 Dec 2008

Death of a Symbol

"Hi, I've lost a scarf. Have you had any handed in?"

"I'm afraid not. All I have is this Shemagh"

"Yeah that's the one" Person is passed Shemagh.

"So you're a supporter of the intifada?" Gestures at scarf.

"What?"

"That 'scarf' is a symbol of a struggle against occupation... Or is it just for fashion"

Looks confused

"Fashion"

"Ah OK" Glares at her... She backs off and leaves.

4 Dec 2008

1975

A young politician proposed a socialist vision for Scotland. It should be 'a new commitment to socialist ideals, policies and action' which is 'sensitive to cultural needs, and is humane, democratic and revolutionary'. Despite this being the 1970s, this upstart was 'too fast... too clever, too popular, too good with the press'.

The Red Paper proposed the nationalisation of the UK financial sector - how 1970s! It was written by this dude with a PhD in Economics:

3 Dec 2008

Now is the time to panic.



Crap. Luckily I have lots of tinned food, batteries and bottled water in...

2 Dec 2008

Shitting Crikey - Why Have I Not Known About This Before?

In 2001, VH1 Canada produced a TV Movie called Hysteria: The Def Leppard Story.

Now I must admit, I'm not a massive fan of Def Leppard, but Nether Edge rumour has it that they played their first gig at the Broadfield, Abbeydale Road, Sheffield, and considering that was the pub geographically closest to where I lived for the majority of my life, that means something (I'm not counting the Byron - which may be actually the closest pub).

Classic rock makes me smile, although had I been old enough in the 1980's during its salad days, I probably would have spat on you and gone home to sulk and listen to Dinosaur Jnr/Black Flag/Descendents etc.

No, its purely due to my propensity to look down my nose at things that made me purchase Hysteria, but more specifically due to these things:

1. None of the band feature in the film
2. Sheffield (UK city) is played the unlikely double, Montreal (Canadian city)
3. Canadian actors play native Sheffield people

So yeah, mostly generation X-ish post-irony, with bit of a dash of Sheffield pride, topped off with a great soundtrack. Here's the intro, but before watching take note:

-Steering wheel on wrong side of vehicle
-Roadsign at 37 seconds in with the information that the scene is taking place 2 miles from the M25, 11 miles from Sheffield, and 46 miles from Manchester - all going in the same direction
-I've never seen a combination of such good weather/telegraph-pole-mounted electricity cables and prolific fruit stalls in my fair city.

Enjoy...

30 Nov 2008

Cigars, Brandy and Gassing.

"I do not understand this squeamishness about the use of gas. I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against uncivilised tribes... it is not necessary to use only the most deadly gasses; gasses can be used which cause great inconvenience and would spread a lively terror and yet would leave no permanent effects on most of those affected."

Winston Churchill, 1919.

Jesus Christ, he's really let himself go...


Ohhh free wine. Ouch.





27 Nov 2008

Anonymous

The law locks up the man or woman
Who steals the goose from off the common
But leaves the greater villain loose
Who steals the common from the goose

The law demands that we atone
When we take things we do not own
But leaves the lords and ladies fine
Who take things that are yours and mine

The poor and wretched don't escaoe
If they conspire the law to break
This must be so but they endure
Those who conspire to make the law

The law locks up the man or the woman
Who steals the goose from off the common
And gesse will still a common lack
Till they go and steal it back


15th century poem against the enclosure movement, who fenced off common land and turned it into private property.

Vets



I've been to the vets/had a fight with a lawnmower/had a small dose of chemo/had a section of my head shaved by mistake/created some head art...*





*One of these is correct.

25 Nov 2008

The Strange Men Of The IOC

Here's someone reading Pierre de Coubertin's announcement of the restoration of the Olympic Games in 1900.

Baron Pierre de Coubertin is credited with the modern foundation of the Olympic Games. I had heard of his name before, but never really had that much of an interest. He was from an aristocratic family, but as this was France, that pretty much just means wealthy. His dad was a painter (I'm not sure whether this means 'painter-decorator' or swarthy French artisan), and according to the official story his Mum got the nice big Ch√Ęteau in Normandy.

A big influence was the public school system in England at the time, specifically Rugby, and this apparently gave him the idea that sport could be more than about just competing, and can have some sort of noble aim. He was a believer in the 'aesthetic' of sport and eurythmy. Some allege that part of the aim of de Coubertin's Olympic movement was to strengthen the colonial powers' grip over fledgling nations, although to me that's based on assumptions rather than fact. Robert J. McNamara (not the former US Secretary of State of the same name) reckons that his childhood experience of France getting its ass kicked in the Franco-Prussian war contributed to his desire to get everyone all sporty like. French education was intellectual, whereas English public school education had PE and rampant sexual abuse, which was far more noble.

So far, so good.

Our next weird man of the Olympics is Avery Brundage.


Now he really was a character.

His first major controversy was when he was President of the United States Olympic Committee (USOC). In 1936, there was a campaign to boycott the 1936 games in Germany (in which, not surprisingly, Jews were excluded) and he rejected this boycott. He was important in getting rid of hostile opinion within USOC and was rewarded by a position on the International Olympic Committee (IOC). In the 1936 400m event, Marty Glickman and Sam Stoller (the only 2 Jewish athletes in the US team) were replaced by the better remembered Jesse Owens and Ralph Metcalfe. There was no evidence to directly say Brundage expelled them, but considering he later spoke in praise of Hitler, he probably had something to do with it. More about him here...

He became IOC President in 1952, and continued his shitty policies for quite some time (no professionals, no women): "I am fed up to the ears with women as track and field competitors... her charms sink to something less than zero. As swimmers and divers, girls are [as] beautiful and adroit as they are ineffective and unpleasing on the track."

Anyway, there's lots of stuff on him. Now we're onto Juan Antonio Samaranch.
Samaranch became President of the Spanish National Olympic Committee in 1967, and was a member of the IOC from 1966 onwards. You may recall that, until 1975, Spain had a political system that perhaps Avery Brundage might have approved of. He became IOC President in 1980, and set about making much of the changes that, for better or worse, we continue with today.

As the IOC was screwed for cash in the 1970's, Samaranch decided that sponsors for the games should be global, and not decided by each country. On the plus side, the IOC got a massive cash boost, but at the cost of the smaller companies that used to enjoy the exposure. Sponsorship from then onwards (like now) is provided by huge multinational and transnational corporations. He also made the competition professional (which it apparently wasn't before then).

Maybe the money went to his head. He asked to be referred to as 'Your Excellency', and according to the Irish Times, needed a limousine and a presidential suite wherever he went. Some of the worst corruption of the IOC (doping, vote-buying etc) also happened under his watch, but following inquiries, no action was taken against him.

None of this here is original research, but it may make you think about the IOC a bit differently. I must admit, for an apparently non-political organisation, the IOC seems to have helped form an international endorsement of some nasty authoritarian regimes. China anyone?

24 Nov 2008

Nothing like assumptions...

This article goes on way too long.

Typical New York... first comes Sex And The City, and then seemingly everyone is qualified to like, totally, write a journal with their answer to 'how things are in the dating world', as if everyone was simultaneously asking that question. Weirdly, although this annoyed me, I read it to the end.

But of course I would, as I'm an 'bitter SYM' who feels "that the entire culture is a you-go-girl cheering section". Hmm, men earn more and hold more positions of power - its been this way for a while, we're still winning. And if you're middle-class like me, double-winner.

The fight ain't over yet sisters.

I see the divide very differently to Hymowitz. There's one side that is 'people who just get on with things' and and on the other 'those that spend time navel-gazing about relationships'. I wonder if the unemployed 5.8% of NYC's population gives as much of a shit.

Maybe I am angry.

22 Nov 2008

Tick

I made some predictions a few weeks ago.

It turns out I was right...

Well on one of them at least.

21 Nov 2008

No fun allowed.

Over the years, my office has had all sorts stuck to the walls. Now I have to take it down as its apparently 'unprofessional' (despite the fact no one can see it except me). Here's some highlights.


This is a sketch of a proposed uniform by my colleague. It originally also had a ceremonial sword.



A picture of Bono - the artist is something Chapman, or something.


An interpretation of our computer people.


A dinosaur made out of sweet wrappers.


'Jazz Hands' (also sweet wrapper-constructed)


My motivational sign.

19 Nov 2008

Let's have a look inside now shall we?

My computer at work kinda sucks. Its a managed desktop, so I can't do much. It looks like this:




Ubuntu (an easy version of Linux) is also available as a live CD, so I didn't need to risk installing something (which could be a bit naughty). I got a bit scared when this happened...



But then, as if by magic, Ubuntu came alive and I've got a far more pleasant screen:



I had the urge to click 'install' but then, if I did that, it would get rid of managed Windows, and I would have no way of getting it back, except by befriending a sypathetic tech. I'll leave it for now.

18 Nov 2008

Fucked Up (at Corp and in arm)

I went to see Fucked Up at Corp and all I got were these blurry pictures. I was too caught up in the show to really get to grips with boring stuff like focussing. Below is Pink Eyes, stood on the bar in the little room:



He was onstage for about 3 minutes, and the rest with the crowd, and much sweat was shared with Tom and I. Tom got wrestled by this dude who thought he shouldn't be there. Tom said 'Do that again and I'll kick youir teeth out' and the dude went and stood the other side of the room.



I fell backwards over a guy on the floor and landed on my wrist. This is it today:




I was also pleased to contribute vocally to 'Crooked Head' and 'Crusades'. After, I informed Pink Eyes that his singing was pretty, and that he made Canada proud. Good times.

17 Nov 2008

Misheard Lyrics

Wow - a whole website dedicated to them. I was aware of 'Israeli Men' (its raining men) but I quite like 'Oh Canada, we stand on cars and freeze'.

Quite good fun.

14 Nov 2008

Party *updated*



I thought this flyer was quite funny. Nothing like a booze-free women-only club night with Henna tattooing to get you in the mood.

I thought it would be funny if this was happening next door...



Also, note the spelling of 'Women's Committee'...

*UPDATE*

My colleague contributed this drawing...

13 Nov 2008

Political deaths, bailouts and a poker face

Why can't issues just stay neatly together and not blur with other ones?

A lot of people would agree that Colombia (the country) is pretty dodgy to say the least. Its not so much coffee and chocolate as coke and rebels. The FARC (Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia) follow the standard bolivarian guerilla tactics (stay in the woods, kidnap people) combined with a bit of nifty fundraising(cocaine) and some propaganda (schools for the kids). Whether they're successful is extremely debatable, as they've been fighting a war against the state for about 40 years.

President Uribe of Colombia declared zero tolerance (or at least an even tougher approach) of them when he took office, and used much of the same 'war on terror' language as most friends of Bush did a few years back. Trouble is, an awful lot of people have been caught in the crossfire.

Since 1985, around 2500 trade unionists have been killed by the state or militias linked to it, and there have been fewer than 100 cases that have lead to a convicition.

How does this relate to now? President Bush wanted to create a free trade agreement with the friendly government of Colombia, as at present, the US imports way more Colombian goods than Colombia receives US exports. Incoming goods from Colombia face far fewer restrictions that goods leaving the US. Surely workers in Colombia would welcome the opportunity to enrich themselves? Not really - most trades unions in Colombia are opposed to it (when the government that is trying to kill you makes deals for you, its not really that surprising).

Barack Obama declared in one of the debates prior to his election that he would not make a deal with Colombia until human rights are improved. Aw shucks, Dubya really wanted that deal. But he's a bit of a lame duck these days, so perhaps a bit of horse trading is in order?

Obama backs another big government bailout, this time for Detroit car manufacturers, no $700bn beauty, but a fair whack nonetheless. GM wanted this so much that they tried to convince the treasury that GMAC (the finace arm of the company) was a bank and so entitled to some of the jackpot that other banks got. Obama cares about this industry - they're blue collar, unionised and the grassroots of much Democratic support, plus if the industry went under, he'd be looking at around 350,000 unemployed right on his doorstep.

Poker Face

Colombia free trade is Bush's baby. Mr O cares about his backyard. It would be somewhat ideologically incorrect for Bush to skew the free market with an industry bailout at the same time that he's preaching free trade to Colombia. Obama probably has more of a soul, but no doubt some will throw the 'socialist' mud at him which might make him waver.

But then, even turbo-capitalists need some 'socialism' sometimes...

11 Nov 2008

"If we lie to the government, we go to jail. If they lie to us, we go to war"*

In all the coverage of the US Presidential elections, the other elections over there seemed to have been missed by our excitable hacks, presumably because they're pretty boring. (The elections? The hacks?)

Minnesota is a little different.

You may well recall that this chilly northern state elected Jesse 'The Body' Ventura, an ex-wrestler, for governor in 1999. This was a bold move (especially as Schwarzenegger's California take-over was still 4 years away). Ventura was either a breath of fresh air or incompentant depending on who you ask. That's the trouble with American 3rd parties - they're magnets for cranks.

Ventura was elected on a Reform Party ticket - the party of Ross Perot, the evil billionaire who thought he had a shot at the White House (for which he was duly defeated - massively). But unlike the crazy right wing libertarians of the Perot style, Ventura stayed pretty much off-message, supporting abortion rights, gay rights, medical marijuana and seemed to be pretty positive about improving public transport (which isn't a shocking position to take in most countries, but is in a big empty state where everyone drives).

But its 2008. And what's interesting this time is that the Democrat is satirist and comedian Al Franken. In the last few years, Franken has been involved with Air America radio, a progressive station set up to counter the sheer volume of tosh spewed out by the likes of Rush Limbaugh and that horrendous woman whose name escapes me. Hang on, Ann Coulter - thats the one. Air America also includes Chuck D amongst its presenters, which can't be a bad thing.

Franken also got to the top of the New York Times bestseller list with his hatchet job on Limbaugh 'Rush Limbaugh Is A Big Fat Idiot (and other observations).' I've not read it.

To make things more exciting, there is still no result from Minnesota as its too close to call, and made even more difficult by a third party candidate receiving around 15% of the vote. Its not the Reform Party anymore, its become the Minnesota Independence Party.

As they're on a manual recount, its going to take bloody ages, so we probably won't know for a few days. Come on Al!

*no, not from Al Franken but Jesse Ventura

There were some Inuit...

...and they were out fishing in the mighty mighty cold. The icy wind whistled in, the chilled brine splashed up the side of boat, and the two men felt the very life being sucked out of them, first in their hands and feet, but gradually seeping through to their very being.

One of them brought out another pair of fur layers for each of them, in an attempt to maintain what little warmth was left, but this was a small arrow in a field of cannons.

There remained much of river to ride before getting back to the camp, and so one of the Inuit thought that only a primary source of heat could keep them alive, and gathered some tinder from the side of water. From this, a small fire was constructed, and the two brave men huddled together. It was primal - this fire must keep burning.

Their community was an hour away now, and the fire was still going strong. So strong in fact, that they did not notice it scorching and burning through the bottom. By the time they noticed, everything was waterlogged and sinking.

You can't just have your kayak and heat it too.

9 Nov 2008

What happened prior?



Happy family life is guaranteed by the power of WATERMELON.

8 Nov 2008

I like news like this...

£6m house, 30 rooms, one careful anarchist collective: inside Britain's poshest squat

One of my favourite things is the misinterpretation of the restaurant owners opinion:

"It's rather bewildering. When you move into an address like this you don't expect to have squatters as neighbours,"

Which according to the reporting journalist translates as being "horrified". It sounds more like a statement of fact to me...

7 Nov 2008

Johnny Dreams Of Flight

At work I got an email from a a guy called Johnny. He wrote:

"Hi,

My name is Johnny, am an Orphan and I love aviation so deeply.

I am applying for 2009 but honestly do not have any means of paying for my study.

Please how best would help and advice me [sic].

Warm regards

Johnny"

It inspired me to draw this cartoon...

Cool.

6 Nov 2008

Noam Chomsky - the Game

Finally...

Science fiction has told us we should have had this ages ago...

California Company Building Flying Car | AHN | November 6, 2008

It sounds amazing, and at $3m, a snip.

5 Nov 2008

Potential Bets

Lets see how wrong I'll be...

-Hillary Clinton appointed to Obama's cabinet

-Sarah Palin becomes talkshow host (now I actually think she'd suit this, if not just to keep her away from politics)

-BBC reduces its use of hyperbole by November 2009 ("a new era" etc etc etc)

4 Nov 2008

George Orwell - Sheffield, 1936

"Had a very long and exhausting day (I am now continuing this March 4th) being shown every quarter of Sheffield on foot and by tram. I have now traversed almost the whole city. It seems to me, by daylight, one of the most appalling places I have ever seen. In whichever direction you look you see the same landscape of monstrous chimneys pouring forth smoke which is sometimes black and sometimes of a rosy tint said to be due to sulphur. You can smell the sulphur in the air all the while. All buildings are blackened within a year or two of being put up. Halting at one place I counted the factory chimneys I could see and there were 33. But is was very misty as well as smoky - there would have been many more visible on a clear day. I doubt whether there are any architecturally decent buildings in the town.

The town is very hilly (said to be built on seven hills, like Rome) and everywhere streets of mean little houses blackened by smoke run up at sharp angles, paved with cobbles which are purposely set unevenly to give horses etc, a grip. At night the hilliness creates fine effects because you look across from one hillside to the other and see the lamps twinkling like stars. Huge jets of flame shoot periodically out of the roofs of the foundries (many working night shifts at present) and show a splendid rosy colour through the smoke and steam. When you get a glimpse inside you see enormous fiery serpents of red-hot and white-hot (really lemon coloured) iron being rolled out into rails.

In the central slummy part of the town are the small workshops of the 'little bosses', i.e. smaller employers who are making chiefly cutlery. I don't think I ever in my life saw so many broken windows. Some of these workshops have hardly a pane of glass in their windows and you would not believe they were inhabitable if you did not see the employees, mostly girls, at work inside."

You can read more from this page. Thanks to a Mr Chris Hobbs for the research.

3 Nov 2008

I'm gonna stop rhyming now so you can rhyme about your gun...

The original Skillz...

Harry Shearer

I'm a big fan of Harry Shearer for a number of reasons.

His best known work is voicing characters for the Simpsons, but there are many different facets to the man as well. His career started as a child actor in the 50's, but in the 1960's he started making a name for himself as a comedian, satirist, journalist and seemingly every other noble career.

His academic background was in Political Science, including a spell as an intern in Sacramento. His journalism however, was not limited to the political, and he found time to interview rock bands such as Creedence (!).

His profile was massively raised when he co-wrote and co-starred in This Is Spinal Tap (as well as the other Christopher Guest movies: Waiting For Guffman, Best In Show, A Mighty Wind and more recently For Your Consideration). All of these films have a large emphasis on improvisation, and in the musical ones (Tap, Guffman, and A Mighty Wind) the cast wrote much of the musical content. I must admit, I'm a fan of Shearer's songs as well. Check out 'Wanderin' from A Mighty Wind, or indeed his recent satirical effort '935 Lies' (below):



I make time every week to listen to his podcast Le Show. Again, its gentle humour/humor that includes many "copywrited features" such as The Apologies of The Week (accompanied by a gentle backing track that sings 'Sorry' over and over again), News of the Warm (a global warming segment), The Trades (professional journals reviewed) and News Outside the Bubble (non-US reportage).

Shearer also seems to take a more in depth look at some issues that have not received great coverage in the US Press [surely that's everything?- ed] from the formaldehyde content in the trailers provided to victims of Hurricane Katrina('F is for FEMA') to the failure of the digital TV switchover. You can subscribe or listen to it from HERE.

No doubt Shearer is lambasted as one of Hollywood's 'liberal elite', but his humour and satire has a "quiet dignity" (For Your Consideration) that is seldom found in much broadcasting either side of the pond.

May it long continue.

2 Nov 2008

Parents

Here's what my parents' house is like...




Mousetraps and poison.



Dad's desk. The Dad from U.N.C.L.E.


A lonely train.



The attic is full of stuff like this. Perhaps it might be thrown out when it reaches a definitive level of obsoleteness. Maybe this is why I find chunky old technology comforting.



My Mum would always say we lived like 'cobblers children' - the skills and the know-how to fix things, but living in a state of disrepair because of everyone else's requests to fix things.



The Board Master 6500 - I presume some sort of cutting machine/drill. The name conjures up images of California and surfing, but the object is quite, quite dull.



This is a fluorescent light, but plugged into a mains socket. A 'temporary' fix within the kitchen.



The Triton T70. I remember using this shower for the last time in about 1994. It was disconnected because of my Dad's concern that water would leak round the tiles and cause damp problems in the kitchen. Good point, but it would have been nice to have a working shower.