I'm staring only slightly vacantly into space, waiting for a train at Bath station (because it would be mildly inconvenient to wait for a piano. They only come on Wedensday mornings, and it's Monday evening. What kind of oaf d'you take me for, etc.) when I hear a low hooting noise ( Read more... )

Space Nazis!

(via andrewducker)

Have also written several hundred words that don't immediately look terrible.

"And what is it you do for a living?"

"I'm, um, in computers."

"Oh, dear."

... Which is a just and appropriate reaction.

Odd but excellent sort of a day. Pottered round a set of fields, one somewhat oddly-shaped because it was going to be the site of a service station on the M5 and one with lumps in where a bomb had hit it; inspected a variety ( Read more... )

If I'd had my brain in and working, I would have worked out ahead of time that a helicopter museum was going to be a concentrated dose of Eagle Annual, retro-future, Gerry Anderson and Apocalypse Now. However, I didn't and it was. All of that from a reasonably-sized shed that hummed of warm metal, several different types of lubricant and kero, and ( Read more... )

Following on from the last posting, the Manchester Guardian ask the right person to write a piece, and Danah Boyd makes an unsurprising amount of sense. The comments are illuminating ( Read more... )

A couple of years ago, I made up some extra bits of tube-map for reasons adequately explained in the original post.

It's a bit bleedin' previous to discover that LRT has been at that sort of thing for many years.

Also: Pictures of a startlingly twee Highgate station.

(accidentally via the orotund Mick Merciful-Release)

Bloody hell. The (psychobillyish) sound of dadaist young(ish) Redditch.The Cravats/Paul Hartnoll single is a damn fine thing and exactly what you'd expect. You can win a packet of biscuits selected by The Shend's dog, too. This was why a youthful JH-R spent all his money on odd records, not f- ( Read more... )

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