Saturday, 18 February 2017

Trumpton

"Hey guys. I've got a great idea for a reality TV show.

We put a buffoon in charge of a superpower and then video the hilarious consequences. 

By the way, we can get funding from Moscow."



Monday, 13 February 2017

That day

Oh dear. That day again.

That day when you see men doing an impossible, almost Herculean task.

They are buying flowers and carrying them down the high street.

Here's one, hiding in a doorway. Working up his courage.



Tuesday, 7 February 2017

A nice tea break ruined.

Confined to home for several days with man-flu, I have been reduced watching daytime TV.

I recently found a documentary on the Japanese Tea Ceremony. O dear. They're not like us. It looks like a nice tea break ruined. 

Two things you won't hear at a Matcha tea ceremony:

"Eee, hurry up lad, I'm gasping"

and

"Is there another one in t'pot?"



Monday, 30 January 2017

Subtle

Let's extend our house. It's cheaper than moving home.

If we do it in a sympathetic manner, no-one will ever know.




Friday, 27 January 2017

Past Tense

This fifty year old scrap of FP3 is lasting well. The image is still there, locked away in its tiny silver crystals.

I wonder if our treasured digital images will be safe in a half century?

Where is this cloud? Can we trust it?



Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Mostly empty

My researches show that the average densiity of the universe is about one atom per cubic meter. 

That isn't very much, is it? I mean, there's an awful lot of atoms in a galaxy and there are an awful lot of galaxies. In that case there must be awful awful lot of very empty space.

Then I got to thinking, how do you measure the density of the universe anyway? 

Oh yes. First you measure its volume then you weigh it. Simples.