Saturday, 26 October 2013


“I never really get too fussed about what people think about their own intellects. I’m always happy to be in awe of someone whose own intellect delivered us the cones hotline, I must say.”

Not often I laugh these days, and a bit of an open goal. But still.

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Well Known For It

What each country leads the world in.

Back in the day Britain would have been all red double-deckers. I blame Ken Livingstone and his bendy buses.

Friday, 11 October 2013

Gold Mine

Less Wrong : this whole site is beautiful.

I am so far wrong that returning were as tedious as go o'er... but perhaps there is hope and succour for my readers. If there were any. Readers, that is, not hope or succour.

Thursday, 3 October 2013


Nice to be hearing Seamus Heanay's translation of Beowulf on Radio 4.

If you wanted your Local Council  to make a translation... it would be no worse.



Is this a good life?

Is this a desirable life?

I am so tired.

Clipperty clopperty.

Clop clop clop.

Anything Else Not Broken Down?

My whisky bottle is still working this morning, but not for long.

Everything else would appear to have gone a bit sideways.

America, for instance, has decided not to have its Government. Not for the first time.