I didn’t realise quite how big the Paul Day statue, The Meeting Place at St Pancras, actually was.
Look at it, it’s huge.
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I really don’t see why everyone made such a fuss about it I think it’s beautiful.
As Paul Day said:
All separation involves a suspended moment when one wonders is this forever?
I like that. The statue is fantastically romantic and it fits the new St Pancras perfectly.
From the best PlayStation 2 game ever made, Ico, comes this beautiful track Castle In The Mist.
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Whether you’re a gamer or not you should own this game. It’s actually worth buying a PlayStation 2 just to play it.
Its mixture of puzzling, platforming and action is perfect, the setting is beautiful and the gameplay is evenly balanced. Oh, yeah and the music is perfect.
I remember my first play through with Kate, it was a great joint experience, me at the controls and Kate helping me solve the puzzles. Ah, the good old days!
Finally! Proof that Stephen Hawking is an undercover racist!
Do you even vaguely understand that? I don’t. How can I begin to understand what this man is thinking if he believes that the term black hole is some form of racist slur?
Now if Commissioner Kenneth Mayfield had said that central collections was turning into a ‘nigger ghetto’ then fair enough he would have deserved a slap but given that he used a perfectly acceptable analogy to describe the manner in which tickets entered the department never to be seen again, the comment should have passed without incident.
For those of you still in the dark about this let’s look at the American Heritage Dictionary’s definition of black hole:
black hole
n.
- An area of space-time with a gravitational field so intense that its escape velocity is equal to or exceeds the speed of light.
- A great void; an abyss: The government created a bureaucratic black hole that swallows up individual initiative.
The second definition is especially fitting, don’t you think?
Now in that video Commissioner John Wiley Price also goes on to talk about devil’s food cake, angel’s food cake and black sheep.
Let’s look at the saying black sheep of the family. The term originated from sheep which are born into a herd of white sheep but have black wool. Black sheep were considered commercially undesirable because their wool couldn’t be dyed in the way that white wool could.
It’s not as if there were white supremacist sheep marching around subjugating the black sheep. It was just a handy metaphor used to refer to someone that stood out and wasn’t particularly popular. It has nothing to do with race.
Yet still we see these terms brought out by small minded bigots like Price to prove that white people are racist.
The first statement in the following clip probably says more about Commissioner Price than anything else.
The phrase after that just astounds me. You’ll need to sit down for this one.
Scientists could quite as easily have called it a white hole, why didn’t they?
Christ. Do I really have to answer that? Could it perhaps be that nothing escapes a black hole, not even light. Therefore if you were to look at one you would see nothing. It would be defined by the absence of any light. It would be black.
I suppose they could have called it a dark hole, but why would they!?
Not only that but the term white hole already exists, it’s the theoretical opposite of a black hole, what a black hole sucks in a white hole spews out. Do you think that’s racist too? Having said that the white hole/black hole combo forms a wormhole (by means of a Einstein-Rosen bridge fact fans), is that offensive to worms?
Who knows, I’m lost.
The very fact that anyone is taking this nonsense seriously enough to put it on the news is unbelievable. Not only that but it puts the cause of equality back by years.
It’s disturbing that we feel obliged to let people pretend they have been the victim of an attack, rather than the victim of their own ignorance.
Sad.
I wonder if the Sontarans are aware of this latest money making scheme by the Rutans?
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I’m quite surprised that they would choose to advertise this in a cab office in Nottingham, but there you go, shows what I know about advanced alien civilisations doesn’t it?
Although their ability to make jewellery must be some what inhibited by their lack of opposable thumbs and their general amorphous blob-like bodies.
I shall keep my eye on this, don’t want to end up like those light house keepers do I?
On closer inspection it would appear I’ve been a complete dumb-ass, they’re not jewellers at all! It’s all merely a cover for some shady pawnbroking operation. Tchoh! Just their sort of thing.
In light of my terrible lack of devotion to this site I have decided to stop using pages and go back to using posts.
Consequently all of the comments that everyone had made on myself and Tony’s rantings, have gone.
As I say, sorry.
I’ve decided to start going to the gym again. I think it’s about time I did too. I had my fitness test today.
The results were at the same time tragic and rather splendid. Odd huh?
My blood pressure is perfect, which is good. My body fat sits at 26%, which is bad. My general fitness level is above average, which is good. My weight is 102Kg which is bad. My resting heart rate is very low, which is good. Life’s a roller coaster, huh?
I also learned from my instructor the ideal, in body building terms at least, is that your biceps should be the same size as your calf muscles. In my case this would mean I could rip the head off a donkey. Suffice to say I’m not aiming for that.
As part of this ongoing health drive I’ve put up a new page. It’s a gallery of pictures of me and it’s going to run for a year. Hopefully we should see a fair amount of change.
In the 1980′s if you wanted to film your friends cavorting around (not like that, pervert) then you’d need to carry the slick kit and caboodle pictured on the left.
Of course now here in the brave new 21st century hip young gun-slingers like me carry camcorders like the one on the right.
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If only my grandfather was around to see these amazing advances in technology.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, and an entire lifetime to forget them. Who knows…
Nottingham station is currently undergoing a bit of refurbishment, consequently helpful signs have appeared dotted about, warning us busy commuters of the dangers of restricted access to footbridges and the like.
It was with great ire that I spotted one the other day at said:
Keep to left
Footbridge Access
as been moved
Now, aside from the bizarre use of capitalisation and the lack of the definite article before ‘left’, the wordsmith behind this piece of free form poetry masquerading as a sign, has committed one of the most irritating modern sins.
That sin is using ‘as’ when they mean ‘has’. For fuck’s sake, honestly how hard is it?
Before I boil up again I must reveal the silver lining behind this grubby, laminated cloud. There were two signs! The second had been helpfully annotated.
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I’m not alone!
Yet again Twitter manages to subvert its inherent coolness.
Not only was it down for a good few hours this afternoon but it now appears to have lost 22 hours worth of tweets.
Gah!
Sell to Google. Do it now. You know they’ll buy you. Sell!
Across The Universe is actually a fantastic film.
The Beatles were amazingly good at what they did. And what they did was write songs that transcended all space and time and became part of the collective subconscious.
Dr Robert, as played by Bono, is more than amazing. It’s perfect.
In fact, as far as I’m concerned, Across The Universe is one of the best musicals ever. Ever.
Go buy it for a fiver. Now!
Really, for fuck’s sake. Sell to Google already.
You Twitter boys provide a great service but you’re fucking it up. Come on, get with it! Google could do wonders with the Twitter brand and you’d never have to work again!
Am I the only person this makes sense to?
Those three things are a heady combo when you’re twelve. The kid in this video obviously has them all in abundance.
It’s really quite cute the fact that the info for the video says:
everything in this video is made out of card board
Bless. What a helpful lad he is for pointing that out! It almost makes up for his attrocious and oh so twelve-year-old’s-mind username of fartbuttface.
I’m really glad YouTube didn’t exist when I was eleven, otherwise the whole world would right now be pissing themselves at the sight of my low rent Thunderbirds clone, Rescue 11. I had a headquarters and everything.
Well I say that, my bed had a headboard on which I stuck a label I’d written Rescue 11 on but to me that was a headquarters.
Picture the scene it’s a Thursday, you’re going into work, you’ve got a long day ahead of you, you don’t expect to be home until at least 22:30.
You see a Coffee Republic!
You see they do this.
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You realise that your favourite biscuit is now a drink. You go mad!
That my friends is a Jammie Dodger thick-shake. Oh, yes. How fucking cool is that!
They even garnish it with another Jammie Dodger. Rest assured I will be trying their other flavours soon.
Can’t wait ’till Reuben’s a little bit older. My first evil lie will be to tell him that Sugar Puffs are made from wasps’ eggs.
‘I’ve, seen things you people wouldn’t believe…’, and so said Rutger Hauer at the end of what quite possibly might be my favourite film of all time.
Released in a slightly bastardised, studio friendly form in 1982 Blade Runner nigh on instantly flopped, only resurfacing a few years later as a cult-classic (a phrase I hate), whereupon it was proclaimed a modern masterpiece (and that one) by the people who proclaim these things. Subsequently it’s been released in a DVD box set that features about thirty six diffrerent cuts.
Harrison Ford plays retired detective Rick Deckard, the Blade Runner of the title, who’s job it is to track down and kill (or ‘retire’ as the film would euphemistically have it) rogue robots who return to Earth.
After being dragged out of retirement, he’s assigned the job of ‘retiring’ a few ‘skin jobs’ that have strayed back onto Earth it’s business as usual, until that is he meets Rachel.
Rachel, a very advanced replicant, so advanced she doesn’t even realise she’s a replicant, works for The Tyrell Corporation. She meets Deckard when he’s sent there to make sure the test they use to identify replicants, the so called Voight-Kampff test, works on the newer Nexus-6 models.
So they meet, he realises she’s not human and the story begins.
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The drawings at Biro-Art are amazing! Look at them now you won’t regret it.
The Osterhagen Key has to be the most pointless device in the history of UNIT (an organisation so rubbish that even the United Nations have disowned them).
In the event of the Earth being under an attack, deemed so terrible that death for 6.8 billion people might seem a good idea, three people from the now Unified Intelligence Taskforce would descend into remote bunkers and trigger 26 nuclear warheads.
And thus Earth would become rubble.
This isn’t so bad when you consider that approximately 3 million of those people would be Welsh, 270,000 of those being from Swansea and, more specifically, one would be Russell T Davies.
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But who would invent such a stupid device (apart from some tit called Osterhagen or Davies)? The Samurai? The Venerable Order of Lemmings? The Manic-Depressives’ Wing of Arkham Asylum?
Not only that but in true Russell T Davies fashion, i.e. honking out the fucking obvious at full volume, Osterhagen is in fact an anagram of ‘earths gone’. Genius.
In defence of the actual prop, it did look halfway realistic, nice copper contacts, matt black computer-plastic finish, good shape. It’s a fucking change from the brightly coloured perspex squares of previous Whos.
The best ever explanation of the rules of chess happens in series one, episode three of The Wire. I suggest you check it out.
This is really rather good.
Mixing Eric Clapton and Amy Winehouse ought to lead to some kind of horrendous abomination, funnily enough though it doesn’t! It does however highlight Ms Winehouse’s, shall we say, jazz-tuned voice.
Interesting.
I swear I have not felt as tired and run down as I do right now.
I’ve had a busy weekend, in fairness I’ve had a busy few weeks, actually let’s be honest I’ve had a fucking nightmare couple of months.
I’m shattered, I’m going to have an early night, maybe have an early start tomorrow.
In cool news the new iPhone is out on Friday, will definitely be scoping out the queues on my way to work and if they’re small enough I will probably pop in and buy one.
That was a boring post wasn’t it?
In the words of Adam West, get a tan.
Twitter is really, really cool and I love using it but that fucking whale suspended by birdies is doing my head in.
Every single time I tweet from my laptop it’s almost guaranteed that at some point I’m going to see this picture.
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What makes all of this worse of course is the serene expression on it’s face, like it couldn’t give a shit, what are they trying to say? Are they calling us oblivious whales? If they are what does that even mean?
Secondly judging by the shape of their, what can only be described as childish, drawing of the whale (let’s call him Blimpy) it’s looks like it’s supposed to be a sperm whale. Now, according to Wikipedia sperm whales are around twenty metres long, that makes those birds just shy of two meters long each. What the fuck kind of birds are they supposed to be?
Thirdly regardless of what kind of bird they are, they deserve a slap. Four of them are flying left and four of them are flying right. How’s that supposed to help exactly? At least get a grip and all fly in the same direction! Flying like that’s just going to spin Blimpy round and round, and probably make him heave planktony sick at the end of it.
Of course in their defence they can’t organise themselves because they can’t communicate properly. Like the dim witted, two metre, monstrosities they are, they’re trying to support Blimpy’s harness with their beaks! This can’t be the best way to hold on to a creature that weighs in excess of 50,000 kg, it’s surely a bit much to expect each bird to lift 6,000 kg with just their beak? A harness of sorts for each bird would make far more sense.
It’s no wonder Twitter’s down so much. If they can’t even get their outage splash page thought through a bit, what hope do we have of a reliable service?
Fair enough I can’t really see how they are able to provide the service they do gratis but even so if their goal is to some day make money from it, they need to ensure that it’s reliable. Of course I have my suspicions that they’re probably just biding their time waiting to be bought by Google.
Looks like a spot of moonlighting’s been going on. Does raising young Apple really cost all that much?
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Oh Chris, why didn’t you say something, I could have lent you some cash. I’d have thought Gwyneth should have made a couple of bob from Iron Man though?
For the two people who read my site and might not be aware, I live in Nottingham now. That’s partly why the site has remained un-updated for the past few weeks.
I moved here two weeks ago today, into a lovely flat in the heart of the city, which is really quite cool. Living here is certainly a change from Burton Upon Trent, whether that’s a good or a bad thing only time will tell but there we go, Nottingham’s where I’m at.
With that little spurt of information I shall stop typing and let you go about your business. I thank you.