I've just been reading about Floyd Landis, a cyclist in a doping scandal. He's being stripped of the 2006 Tour de France title. He was raised a Mennonite. The Mennonites, as you know, spilt from the Amish in 1693. Whereas, of course, they split from the Ammonites about 400 million years ago. But what does it all mean? Pliny the Elder used to take the piss out of the Ammonites, and call their shells 'the horn of Ammon' but I can't find any reference to any Ammonite macho posturing that would have warranted this. But records from the olden times are patchy. Ammon means 'the hidden one' - perhaps they were hiding from Pliny the Elder. His real name was Gaius Plinius, so perhaps all the other elders used to call him Gaius Boyus or something and laugh and he was always trying to prove himself by acting tough. He said "true glory consists of doing what deserves to be read, and writing what deserves to be written" - I wonder if THE WHISKY WORKS qualifies on those criteria - probably not, I fear. So should I have reported it? Perhaps he was talking crap, or perhaps it doesn't matter as I should not limit what I cover to the glorious. It would be something of a volte face, in fact would I not. In it is what it is I mainly focus on that with little or no glory, as it should be - for glory there are plenty of biographies of silly achievers that did remarkable feats with showing remarkable velour and true grits, the shops and libraries are full of them. Perhaps true glory is attending to those thing which might otherwise go unrecorded, simply because they were unfortunate to be not worth mentioning. Blimey, it's great to be as great as me.
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Groovy Future Of The Day: Artist's impression of new station buildings using the 'Systems For Change" range of standard components, 1973
how can one guy be so groovy? He looks like he's jiving and fingerpoppin along the street - you whatch, he's going to do a twirl in circumnavigating that parked unconvincing car.
Posted by Keir Hardie at 8:57 pm
I had to take my daughter to Jimmy Chung's today - I made the sacrifice of eating all the yummy food. Well, two plates full. "All I can eat" is not horrendously vast, but I enjoyed garlic squid, crispy seeweed and volcano mushrooms amongst other things. I wondered where the prawn on chicken toast idea came from. Our Jimmy Chung's is made currently more attractive due to a local price war at the moment, although dinner is still more than twice the price of lunch, so three cheers for the free market.
On the suspension footbridge over the river someone has written 'THE WHISKY WORKS' at both ends, facing the pedestrian proceeding west. I always hesitate to report such things lest I be feeding an attention-seeker, but hey, you've got to take risks and this life and perhaps I should reward the better ones. Yes, that would be one of the better ones, believe me, I see some crap.
I looked at the news on the North Devon Gazette in the hope of bringing you an update on the situation bet they appear not to have had any news today. I assume it's not a daily publication. Nevertheless I will try to remember to watch for further developments.
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Sesame Street Guest Of The Day: Johnny Cash
Posted by Keir Hardie at 9:56 pm
I didn't really do much today. I didn't even have a panini when I was out. I had broccoli and stilton soup instead. A true artist is unpredictable that way, as my regular readers will know.
The Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency (JAXA) is going to have a moonbase by 2030, apparently. "The feasibility of the plan is unclear at this point," said a JAXA spokesman. Hmmm, interesting approach to announcing stuff. Aparently they said 2025 before. But I don't know when they said it.
I wonder what is happening aroung the world. There is a real shocker in the North Devon Gazette - three men left a bed and breakfast in Braunton without paying. Apparently the owner has been left counting the cost, although it didn't say how long it was expected to take him. Police are now warning other bed and breakfast proprietors to be vigilant. I wonder if he's checked the towels, and the bedding. A strong story there, what has the USA got to offer?
Does Polk County need a new courthouse? That's the question on everybody's lips in Des Moines. Apparently the current 100 year old one is a train wreck waiting to happen. The article is a little unclear though, apparently there is a dangerous lack of space, poor sanitation and lax security but I don't see any mention of how a train would crash into it. Perhaps there's a railway line nearby, and drivers would be distracted by the state of the courthouse and steer the train off the rails into it. The problem seems to be that the county officials have to convince the voters to vote for it to be renovated or replaced. This seems to me to be a ridiculous use of voters. I bet nothing at all gets done there, it's pathetic. Anyway...
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Control Room Of The Day: Willesden Power Control Room (detail) circa 1966
Posted by Keir Hardie at 12:58 am
I went to tescos today but nearly everything i got was reduced to clear so that's like getting one over on them or something, yeah. But the main news of the day is exercise two in the stephen fry book produced my first poetry for years, iambic pentameter in this exercise, single lines and couplets, here's a typical masterpiece - 'a man who winked at tigers always knew/it's not about which ones wink back at you' - i was instructed that they shouldn't rhyme but that was a rebellious one and i couldn't help it it just came naturally of course. With every step the smell gets fainter still. If more of you were Swedish it would work. Iambic man-machine is what I am. The horrid heat is maybe over I had to close the window it was great. Roll over Shakin' Stevens.
I am eating one of the reduced things, it is a Melton Mowbray pork pie. Apparently what the difference is is that they use uncured meat whereas most pork pies use cured meat. They have applied to the EC for them to stop people calling pies not from Melton Mowbray Melton Mowbray pork pies, under European "protected designation of origin" laws. The Melton Mowbray museum has a two-headed calf on display, but as far as I can tell it is unconnected with the pies.
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Childish Artist's Impression Of The Day - British Railways High Speed Diesel Train
Posted by Keir Hardie at 10:11 pm
I was out in the pouring rain earlier, it was lovely, many fools were sheltering, they don't know what they were missing, it made my day. The crops shall not fail this year. Unless the crop be desert, which it isn't. Does it say in the thain's map 'Inverness, a desert and debatable land'? No, it doesn't. At one point earlier I heard 'open the door, babe, it's just me' twice. It was all I could do not to go and look to see this reluctant pig marvel, but nevertheless it is alive with possibilities. Perhaps it was his terrible brother whose absence he was advertising, perhaps it was the big bad wolf or maybe it was whoever the baddie was in Babe, which I've never seen. And of course the most obvious comic explanation being that he wasn't going to get in, precisely because it was just him. I wonder what else they have in store.
I noticed that the post office had opportunistically erected a 'weather centre' - a little rack filled with such goods as ponchos etc for people caught in the rain. I wonder if they have that ready behind a door ready to be launced the minute the clouds burst. "Tensions rising in exurbia Rita - better get the 'chemical warfare centre' ready." I picture a rack of gas masks and little bags of charcoal, and maybe lemons. I wonder when I'll fully understand their change in postage rates to take into account size and weight of package rather than just the weight, as it was before. Were cunning people filling huge packages with hydrogen or something?
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Signal Box Of The Day: Glasgow Central, circa 1962
Posted by Keir Hardie at 11:24 pm
I got that far with last night's piece and then just forgot. How embarrassing. Not that I'm the first person to make such an oversight, but it's not the it is what it is way. Other people may do stuff that's more sporadic, or forget sometimes, and that's cool, but it's not how it works here. I was struggling to think of what to say actually but I went away to look at the internet with the intention of finding something - I remember I found that it was the fiftieth anniversary of the first hard drive but I decided not to tell you about that as I had nothing to say about it. Then I started to rearrange my news feeds before adding some, but I didn't finish that. I have to leave now, but before I return I may sully myself with a visit to tesco, let's see what happens.
Well, I let you down, and most of all myself of course, I never went. But I did go to the chippy, to get a steak pie supper and a nasty surprise. The food was fine - but it was in The Bag. You will I'm sure recall that they had stepped down to a bag that was a little less hardcore but they now seem to be back with The Full Montgomery, almost identical, save minor differences in the colouring, by far the most prominent one being that 'Fish & Chips' is now rendered in red rather than i purple. Still copyright 1998 though. I wonder how many variations on this foulness there be. Or rather, I don't.
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Postcard Of The Day: Sheffield - Panoramic View
Posted by Keir Hardie at 7:57 pm