Tuesday, 27 July 2021

Brick worm

Some people think that it's cool to live in a city like London, where a lot of the buildings are several hundred years old.

    And it is - until this happens. 



    And lest you think it isn't that much, that big green thing (we call them skips in England) is chock full of the debris that fell off.

    That's going to cost a few quid to fix. 

    And just in case you think I'm being smug, that closed off road is the quickest way to get to my boss' house. Now I'm going to have to go almost a mile around, and in London traffic, that's about a day of extra travel.

Friday, 16 July 2021

Back at last.

 Not that I've been away.

    Before realising that I wasn't one of the approximately 20 percent of the world's computer users that can actually run Windows 11, I began to prepare for it. And subsequently buggered up my PC.

    By all reports my machine would apparently have to be so powerful, that if I spoke to it, then it would understand and respond. That's when it wasn't doing the dishes or taking care of my garden, or calculating PI to ten million digits - all at the same time. It would also have to be so new that the wrappers could not have been off for more than ten seconds.

    Microsoft have overcome this tiny stumbling block by removing the checker tool which tells the end user if they can use it before they install - leaving them with all sorts of headaches upon discovering that they can't.

    It's taken me days but now my machine, is at least capable of jotting down a blog.

    So I'm just going to go with plan B.

    Stick with Windows 10. As awful as it is, it does work - mostly.



Thursday, 17 June 2021

What's going on?

 Recently, given the dire state of the planet, I switched my gas supplier to a very well known (in the UK) vendor of such things.

    Feeling a little smug and delighted with my own gumption in helping the planet, I thought no more of it for a while, until:

    Something began to nag at what passes for my brain.

    Before the new gas began to arrive a week or so later, I completely failed to spot the presumably thousands of construction workers, dozens of heavy bulldozers and other industrial equipment digging up my front garden, the street, and in fact scouring the land for hundreds of miles in order to lay a pipe directly from the refinery that was to supply me with this wonderful green-ness.

    Which brings me to just one conclusion.

    I'm still getting the same old c**p as I was before.


    Which part haven't I understood?

Monday, 7 June 2021

An unexpected gift.

 Someone foolishly very kindly gave me a powerful telescope. I used to have one when I lived in France, but the mirrors didn't survive the trip home. Not that it would have made any difference. There's so much light pollution in my part of England that it's almost impossible to see the moon unless one is standing atop a mountain the middle of winter, miles from civilisation, and on top of a ladder approximately twenty miles high.

    It's going to be cooler tonight, so I'm going to go for a shot of a nebula my previous telescope wouldn't have had to power to see.

    Its M27, or the Dumbbell nebula.

    


    It's always been my fave, and allowing for my tenuous grasp of mathematics, is quite far away at about 7.5 quadrillion miles. 

    I can't wait until winter when my absolute no 1 (Pleiades) will be back.

    I wonder how my photos will turn out.

Friday, 4 June 2021

It's been a while.

I haven't blogged for a while because I've trashed one of my kneecaps.

   Why that actually makes any difference, I don't know, but I'm sticking with it. 

    Apparently May in the UK was the wettest since Noah clambered into his boat. However, since the first of June it really has been summer. Heat, lots of heat, blue skies and a total absence of clouds. Taking heed of the less-than-friendly advice from the doc after my recent introduction to melanoma, I literally caked my face and neck with factor fifty this morning.

    Armed with the happiness of someone who hasn't listened to the weather report, I set off to the motorbike shop to get my hog serviced and MOT'd. Can't do it myself for two reasons - aforementioned knee, and more importantly because I just can't be bothered any more. The shop is only three miles away and the walk back would do my partially perished patella some good. My plan worked.

    Until the moment I left the shop.

    In a particularly vicious ambush the clouds hurtled across the sky, coalescing directly above my head, and seconds later about half a ton of rain per square inch almost concussed me. On the long, miserable walk back, and in collusion with the sky, about twenty car drivers, noting my predicament with glee, took the greatest delight in swerving into the giant puddles of storm water to drench me, and in the process indicating that the label on my new bike jacket, proudly proclaiming it to be waterproof, was a tad optimistic - in fact a blatant lie.



Friday, 7 May 2021

I have discovered perpetual motion!!!

 Sort of.

    The First Law of Thermodynamics is a bit of a bummer and eventually gets round to saying that this is impossible. We'll see about that.

    In Britain there's a huge chain of a particular chemist shop.

    Like almost all stores these days they have a customer loyalty card. This morning I went into one of aforesaid establishments and, using just my loyalty card, purchased something. 

     For which I received more points on my card. Imagine, getting something for nothing, and then getting more free points to spend on more stuff for nothing.

    In ya face misters Clausius and Thomson


    


Thursday, 29 April 2021

It's just not good enough.

 This morning the batteries in my bedside alarm clock died.

    Honestly, can we not buy anything good in this country anymore?

    Eighteen paltry years and ... poof.

    Duracell, you're off my Christmas card list.




     And don't come begging.

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