Leg Iron Books – still alive.

logobasicI’m growing fond of the crow. I think I’ll name him Bob.

I have not abandoned this project. Lots of weird real life stuff has happened but Longrider’s novel is next up and will be a February release if it kills me. Well obviously not if it really kills me, but even if it damages me to the point where I actually say ‘no’ to a whisky, I’ll still get it done.

It’s a good story in good shape so it won’t take long.

I also have to send some copies of The Goddess of Protruding Ears to Justin Sanebridge. He lives a long way off, still on this planet but only just. I have to get to a main post office for this one. That’ll be later this week.

Next month I’m going for two books published. I really want an Easter Underdog anthology so if you have ideas, write them now. I’m afraid the pay won’t be as generous this time, since looking at the accounts means if I keep paying at that short story rate I’ll be bankrupt in no time.

Novels and single author books of stories are different. Those are paid on royalties – if they sell, even one copy, the author gets something. Not much, I need to keep the final price low because we are talking an unknown publisher of unknown authors here. It’s going to take time to build up but I guarantee every book sale gets something for the author.

Anthology stories I pay for once, up front. I then take the risk that I’ll sell enough copies to at least break even. Hasn’t happened so far but one day, maybe…

There is a backlog. A short story collection, a biography, two novels, and then there’s my own stuff to do too. If I put out at least one a month I’ll be in business until the summer on what’s already submitted.

I don’t want to make too much this first year. The taxman’s ridiculous ‘tax on account’ game where you pay this year’s tax double so you’ve paid next year’s too is what kills small businesses. Too successful too early, the taxman will wipe you out.

It was the Brown Gorgon’s brainchild but the Tories have done the square root of bugger all to change it. I can only assume the Tories don’t want small businesses to succeed either.

So, you have to be cunning to survive as a small business in the UK. Make no profit – or even a loss – in the first year and build up slowly. Do not be an overnight success because the taxman will kill your business by the next morning.

Last time I started a business (rogue scientist) I survived because I had a big redundancy payoff as backup so I could take the hit of double tax at the end of my first year. If you get past that it gets easier since you’ve already paid a chunk of the following year’s tax. You’re really mostly paying the year-after-that’s tax. Getting past that first year as a penniless startup is impossible. Unless, of course, you make little to no profit in the first year.

The second year, you can make a little profit. Not too much because the same business-killing rules still apply. A little more the third year, a little more the fourth…

If you want your business to survive the startup-hating Government we have in all colours now, you have to sneak up on them slowly.

Leg Iron Books is rising, but it won’t be an overnight success. It’s not popping over the parapet to be an easy target for the tax-hungry government.

It’s sneaking up on the big boys.

Why is this news?

Apparently, warning children that snacks are going to make them fat just makes them want the snack more.

Surely every parent already knows this, starting with the very first parents right at the dawn of humanity? Tell a child they can’t have something and their brain immediately defaults to ‘You’re keeping the good stuff for yourself!’

They have to try it, to find out why it’s not allowed. Tell them not to touch fire and they’ll touch it to find out why. In that case only once, but tell them not to eat chocolate and they’ll test that assertion over and over.

The antismoking crusade is what drives children to smoking. It’s bad, it’s evil, you can’t have it… so they have to try it and find out for themselves. Some won’t like it, some will. The same goes for alcohol, sugar, salt… That’s because children are people, and people are all individuals with different likes and dislikes. Something modern medicine can’t seem to grasp.

Children aren’t stupid. Repellent, unhygienic and despicable yes, but not stupid.

Children want to be grown up. They want to try grown up stuff. Okay, when we grow up we realise we were far better off being children, but what child knows this apart from those of us who never really grew up?

So, tell them they can’t have it and it’s grown-up stuff. It exists therefore someone has it. It must be the grown-ups. They want it for themselves. Why can’t we have it?

The concept of ‘one day you’ll be a grown-up’ is entirely lost on children. On most adults too. They cannot envisage the future, only the past – and for children it’s often just the ‘now’. That’s why children don’t see consequences, and why most adults don’t see them either. They cannot think ahead. They don’t know how.

I’ll soon be 57. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Most people follow a path through life. Not me. I just bumble through and most of it (barring a few utter disasters) seems to work out. I’m alive, and eternally broke, but I can pay the rent and buy food and put petrol in the car so everything is good. I don’t want to be rich. There is nothing I need that much money for.

I remember being a child. I had a Dalek suit made of PVC. It was floppy and didn’t hold the Dalek shape but it was fun. Armed with a sink plunger and a whisk. I had a Scammel tank transporter steel toy and a tank (can’t remember which) to put on the back. I melted many, many toy soldiers on the coal fire.

I had Action Man toys, Batman’s Batmobile with plastic flame from the exhaust, Joe 90’s car, Bond’s Aston Martin, many many more. These would all be worth a fortune now if I had thought ahead. Kept them pristine and in their boxes. All are gone.

But I was a child. Joe 90 died in a mid-air collision with Thunderbird 2. Batman and Bond failed in their missions in spectacular style, involving a screwdriver and deadly curiosity. I took things apart to see how they worked. I was not thinking of the future. There wasn’t one. There was only ‘now’. The future happens after sleep and it’ll be the same as today.

Yeah, I was told not to touch the drinks cabinet. So obviously I had a go at the sherry, the easiest one to open. I was strangely uninterested in my dad’s cigarettes but then he never told me not to try them. Either he assumed I couldn’t light them, or that I wouldn’t be interested, or that it was so obvious he didn’t need to tell me. Whatever the reason, they weren’t on the banned list so weren’t interesting.

I have stuck a knife in the toaster and I have run with scissors. I’m still here. The scissors were closed and held point down and I unplugged the toaster before digging out the stuck crumpet. They don’t tell you that part. Just the overall ‘it’s dangerous’, not the way to make it not dangerous.

Snacks won’t make you fat unless you eat a lot of them and don’t move much. That is not the warning that’s ever given. There is no safe level of biscuits or crisps – that is the warning and it’s patently ridiculous.

Children see it. Medics and pressure groups don’t. Can you?

Coffee, yet another New Smoking

I was a bit surprised to see some familiar faces at the funeral today. I thought I’d already been to theirs. Must have dreamt it. Next time I’ll make sure. I’ll take a hammer.

I don’t know if I should keep going to people’s funerals. I bet none of them will come to mine.

The sofa bed arrived. The ad said ‘some assembly required’ so I thought okay, if they get it into the house I can take it to its room bit by bit and assemble it there. Turns out ‘assembly’ means fitting the legs. It arrived in one bit. One big, very heavy bit.

Fortunately CStM was on hand to guide them through the house by the most difficult route possible. I was so proud. They could have taken it round to the greenhouse end and carried it a quarter of the distance with no awkward corners but they’ll never know.

I have the stuff to make an Irish coffee but I’ll make it tomorrow.  With a blend, not a malt. Tonight it’s just plain whisky. Coffee and whisky and a smoke. Everything that’s evil in the world and still my funeral seems far away.

Which is good. I can’t decide whether to be stuffed with popcorn and tobacco and cremated (the popcorn is for the sound effects, and to make sure I get a bigger urn than Cyril Smith) or to be buried with a recording, speaker and proximity sensor that says ‘Fuck off!’ every time someone tries to dance on my grave. Decisions, decisions…

What’s that? Coffee isn’t evil? Oh yes it is and the idiots who wrote it missed a trick. They also seem to have skipped research, editing and proofreading but then they don’t bother with facts so why trouble themselves with any of the minor details?

(Tipped by Smoking Scot via email, incidentally)

The headline is ‘The evils of caffeine‘. Yes, really. The Righteous religion has declared it evil, along with anything else you might enjoy. Not just bad for you, unhealthy, or ‘ooo, no, you shouldn’t do that’. Actually evil.

Satan drinks a lot of caffeine. That’s how he gets so much evil done. Santa gets round the whole world in one night so he must have it as a horse-syringe injection on Christmas Eve. No wonder he has to catch up on sleep for a year.

I suppose that must be the logic, if there is any, behind all this. Good story ideas in there.

The trick they missed:

They also say that caffeine contains components such as Niacin, Magnesium and Potassium, which play a vital role for our health:

It contains niacin? Really? Oh coffeephobes, you missed a good one there. You could have linked it directly to smoking if you knew any actual science. The drones will fall for it – you can trust me on that one, I road tested niacin/vitamin B3 years ago. Probably cost the NHS some money treating vitamin deficiency but what the hell, I’ve paid in for years and haven’t used much. Might as well get my money’s worth.

Aaaand… if the reporter knew at least elementary school science, none of those words are capitalised. But hey, I’ve been doing some editing lately. I’m in picky mode.

Note also the mention that coffee contains magnesium, then the doublethink that says –

Muscle stiffness – caffeine increases the loss of calcium and magnesium, which has a negative impact on muscle tissues, impeding their relaxation mechanism.

Hm. Unless I have espresso or a can of chemical fizz (cheapo versions of Red Bull) I have milk in coffee. That gives me calcium. My habit of gnawing the bones of the dead helps with that too. Oh come on, sucking the marrow out is still the best part of a good chop.

A few paragraphs ago, we were told that coffee contains magnesium and that is one of its benefits. Now it causes magnesium depletion, and all within a few seconds of reading time. That’s faster than the Daily Mail! They would at least wait until the next day before claiming the opposite of what they claimed in the previous article.

Caffeine is an addictive drug, which alters our brain’s natural state and stimulates it in a manner similar to mechanisms employed by cocaine and heroin:

Does this sound at all familiar? Antismokers, in particular. Does the wording sound like something you’ve heard and repeated like an ADHD parrot for many years?

Antismokers who made Starbucks and Costa and every coffee shop smoke-free so you could have them to yourselves. Well folks, you’re banned too. Hear my sympathetic hysterical laugh.

Oh wait, I can’t pass up this one –

Heartburn – caffeine is alkaline, which spurs the stomach to react by dumping more hydrochloric acid as a neuralizer

I think a neuralizer is a Star Trek weapon, something like a tazer. They might have meant neutralizer (neutraliser in proper English) and it’s bollocks anyway. You can’t drink enough to promote that much acid and if you did, neutralising it will not cause heartburn. It will cause nothing. Heartburn is stomach acid leaking up into the oesophagus and that has more to do with a dodgy valve than what you put in there.

Their recommendations do not include putting whisky in your coffee so I will ignore them. They recommend drinking orange juice instead. Oh dear. The Sugar Righteous have banned that too.

Change your diet. Drink orange Juice, or eat fresh fruits in order to nourish your body with vitamin C.

Why does this exclude coffee? Or anything else? You can have more than one thing in your life. You are not a robot. Or… are you?

Coffee is a habit. Replace it with a small glass of fresh pressed orange juice. Have a grain or oats based breakfast (with a low glycemic index). It will keep your brain nourished all morning.

My brain works just fine. CStM has gone to bed and I am in post-dead-friend drinking mood. He is a massive loss to science, to our small group of independent rogue scientists and also a personal loss. If I last as long and get through half of what he got through I’ll call this game a win.

I have had several coffees and am making a big dent in a bottle of whisky. Do these Righteous seriously want my brain to work so much better? Oh that might not turn out as they expect.

But then, what do they expect? They say smoking is bad but then they ban vaping. I like vaping, it’s a great new thing but for me, it won’t stop me lighting up yet. Others have switched to it and some are now antismokers and if you’re reading, well, nobody likes a quitter. You are a failure. You couldn’t handle the real thing.

Vapers who recognise we’re on the same side, welcome. Join the resistance.

If you also like a coffee with your vape then don’t smirk at the smokers.

You’re in there with the antismokers and antivapers.

Now you have to give up coffee too.

Your life… is it worth living?

Online silence

I have been uncharacteristically silent online tonight.

Tomorrow is the day of the funeral, at the civilised time of 12:30, and I have assembled two desks tonight. One new and one second hand. The new one at least came with instructions. Sort of…

The second hand one, well I was there when my son took it apart so it wasn’t too hard. It’s a glass desk and it’s now in one of the upstairs rooms that previously had no furniture at all.

So is most of the still unpacked clutter from my office. I was expecting a sofa bed delivery next week. It’s coming tomorrow. The room was nowhere near ready to accept it – there is at least room to put it inside now.

The office/guest room will need rearranging to accommodate the guest bed but that will probably happen the day before the first guest arrives. Earlier if I stop procrastinating.

Today was a busy one, my plans were once again thwarted by a change of delivery. I’m really hoping for a very quiet weekend.

Well, at least I don’t have to spend the weekend rearranging the office. That was the original plan but it’s all done.

Silver lining, and all that…

Mouldy old dough

I loved that song as a kid.

Anyway, this isn’t about singing. It’s about fungi. A group that includes both yeast and moulds.

Basically, yeast grow as single cells and you make bread and booze with them. Moulds grow in thread-like bundles called ‘mycelia’ and you make blue cheese with them. The distinction isn’t absolute, sometimes yeast can grow like mould and mould can grow like yeast.

There are very few infective yeasts. Candida albicans is one. If you’re one of those trendies who have named your daughter ‘Candida’ she’s not going to see a lot of action from anyone educated.

Ringworm, athletes’s foot and a few other fungi will infect you too but mostly fungi like to grow around 20degC. Inside the body is too warm for them. There are exceptions, the anaerobic fungi that grow in ruminant animals… but I’m drifting into lecturer mode and they don’t matter here.

No, if a mould is going to get you it’ll mostly be Farmer’s Lung or poisoning. Farmer’s Lung is a massive inhalation of fungal spores. Aspergillus gets the blame usually because it grows on hay. Really though, it doesn’t matter which one too much, it’s the mass that matters. Turn the hay, shift bales around, farmers do this in immense quantities and if it’s mouldy at all then disturbing it will throw a huge amount of spores into the air. Breathe them in and the irritation causes fluid buildup and before you know it, your doctor insists you must be a smoker even if you’ve never heard of tobacco.

Poisoning, well, picking your own mushrooms can do that. Destroying Angel is an innocent looking mushroom but very very deadly. Unless you know exactly what you are doing, get your mushrooms at the supermarket. Those are grown by mushroom growers who know what they are doing. Amateur mycologists are rare because most of them are dead now.

Shaggy Inkcap is a nice one. Get it before it turns to ink and fry it lightly. I know where a patch grows. But don’t have alcohol with it – it reacts very badly with alcohol. You won’t die but you might wish you had  😉

So, who just did a double take? Who thought I changed subjects between mould and mushrooms? I didn’t. Mushrooms, toadstools, they are all moulds.

More accurately they are the fruiting bodies of moulds. The spore producing parts. The seed pods, if you like. The frilly bit under the mushroom is where the spores are formed and released. Millions of them. Button mushrooms are the artichokes of the microbial world. The unopened flower.

Quorn is made of mould. Stilton is nothing without its surface mould and neither is Brie nor Camembert. The blue lines in many cheeses are a live mould. I like to keep Danish Blue until it’s turned very blue indeed. In fact, when the other cheeses start to turn blue, that one is ready.

I know, there is a terror of mould these days. The black stuff growing on your damp walls is nasty. Kill it immediately. And yet other moulds are good to eat. The cheese moulds are no different to eating mushrooms. It’s all mould.

It’s all killed in your stomach, you know. It’s hot and acidic in there.

If your fridge has no detectable levels of mushroom spores I can conclude that you never eat mushrooms. The same goes for spores of the white moulds around Brie or Camembert or the blue moulds through other tasty cheeses. They are all producing spores all the time.

You know what? It doesn’t matter. In a reasonably clean fridge the mould are the Biblical seeds that fell on stony ground. They can’t grow in there. It’s too cold and there’s no food.

And you are supposed to clean the fridge once in a while…

I’m not going into the whole range of different spore formations, it’s tempting but I’m not a lecturer any more. The basis is, mould spores are everywhere all the time. Always have been. Don’t worry about it.

Food that goes mouldy had those spores on it from the start. When you bought it or grew it, the spores were on it. If it’s mouldy it means only one thing. You kept it too long. Bin it.

As long as you’re not a total idiot, moulds are not scary. The red one with white spots, Amanita, is one to avoid. Yes you can get high on a small dose, but get the dose wrong and you get so high that Saint Peter says the last hello. As I said, if you don’t know what you’re doing leave them alone and stick to shop ones.

I seem to be alternating between terrifying and harmless. Well, it’s just common sense. Would you eat of the fruit of a tree you don’t know? Especially one you’ve been told is a bad idea to eat from?

Actually the Bible starts with the first humans doing just that. Might not be just a story. Could be a description of human nature.

‘Don’t do that, it’ll kill you’

‘Oh you think so? Watch this’.

Yeah… Not much has changed.

CStM told me about the last general strike in Denmark. People were stocking up on things in case they ran out and one of the things was yeast. Bread making yeast. In Denmark it’s sold as live active yeast, not the dry spores we get in the UK, so it has a very limited shelf life. Buying loads of it is silly. As she said, everyone could have gone for a sourdough approach starting with one pack. Nobody thinks of that unless they’ve studied at least a bit of microbiology and/or breadmaking.

Fungi make your bread and your beer and wine and whisky. They give you all those fancy and plain mushrooms and exotic cheeses. And yet you are terrified of them. I suppose it’s not a surprise. You’re all scared of bacteria and yet enjoy yogurt and salami and sauerkraut…

The modern obsession with ‘clean’ is killing you. You think you’re being healthy. No. You’re becoming weak.

The Daily Scare tells us that there are mould spores all over the place and we should be terrified. Sigh. If there weren’t spores all over the place we’d be on a different planet. A dead one.

I mean, look at it. They want us scared that a mould might grow in our carpet – a mould that is either only dangerous to grass or that is actually edible. Your carpet has to be continuously damp to get any growth at all and only then, if it’s a mould that can grow on carpet

So, a wool or cotton degrading mould then. It has to be able to eat the food it’s growing on. Moulds do tend to grow on dead organic matter so wool or cotton would do. Polyester carpet? Don’t spill any food on it…

The Mail have taken a basic-interest science study and turned it into a scare story.

I think tomorrow I’ll maybe get shares in the company that sells spray bleach.

Antibiotic shares? Nah, the idiots will eventually find out where they came from…

 

 

 

Oh I almost forgot…

 

Bringing down Goliath

No, you don’t just need a slingshot and the power of God behind you. Although the slingshot can be a good starting point.

I recently made the old game ‘Doom’ work on an old Windows XP computer. Not the earliest DOS ones, this was ‘Ultimate Doom’, a later but still mainly DOS version with ‘slightly’ better graphics. Okay, not up to the absolute latest versions but the old graphics card in that machine will never run those.

I find that game relaxing. Nobody is on your side. If it moves it wants to kill you and some things that don’t move will try to kill you too. It’s simple. Shoot everything and don’t die.

It’s even more relaxing if you know how to apply the invulnerability cheat 😉

The game has a lot of different kinds of monsters and if you’re faced with a room full of different kinds, there’s no need to shoot. Just run through them (don’t get stuck) and out of another door. They will fire directly at you – even if another monster is in the way. The hit monsters will retaliate against the one who shot him.

Basically, you start a bar brawl then dodge out of the way until there are just a few left standing. Those left standing are already damaged and easy to pick off.

So yes, all you need is a slingshot. If none of the monsters notice you, hit one with a rock and it’ll start firing. That will set off an escalation of violence and you’re safely out of the way while it happens.

In real life, it’s safer to find a useful idiot to start the fighting but the principle holds true.

It’s the step between ‘divide’ and ‘conquer’. If you divide an army into smaller groups, you still have to fight all the groups one by one. Isn’t it so much easier to divide a nation into segments and get those segments to wipe each other out?

The last one standing will be so damaged you can take them out with a few stern words. Even better, as William of Orange found when James II made a royal fuck-up of running England, they might even ask you to intervene.

Is it hard to cause division followed by strife? Ha! It’s a doddle. We all know long-time friends who no longer speak to each other over some trivial argument. We all know someone who likes to spread rumours and then sit back and watch people fight about the tales they’ve told.

Scaling that up is much easier than you’d think. The current political system in almost every country makes this child’s play.  Whatever one side wants, the other opposes it. Even if they secretly agree with it. The division is there, you just have to tip it into violence. The left like to use violence so they’re always the side to choose to provoke. The Right are too cynical. The Left believe pretty much anything.

So what you need is the left to have the upper hand for a while and then make them feel like they’re losing everything.

It needed Tiny Blur. Charismatic and not too far left so the more stable will vote for him. Enough teeth to make a dentist’s eyes fill with money signs and yet not too large as to scare a voter.  Replace Iron Knickers with Monochrome Man and anyone is more interesting. Steve Davis could have won that one.

The manipulations behind the scenes aren’t really hard to see. They think we’re all stupid so they don’t hide all that well.

You see, if we had let the UK continue under Thatcherite policies there would have been grumblings and mumblings and occasional riots but no uprising. No war. The Left had no power so weren’t losing anything. The right without power won’t rise up. They have jobs and real lives and everything and don’t all work for government so they pay taxes, not sponge off them. You need to get the Left to lose and lose big so they turn violent.

What do you give someone with nothing to lose? Something to lose.

Then make sure they lose it. Fast and unexpectedly.

Brexit – the country voted, the losing side turned nasty. America – the country voted, the losing side turned very nasty. It gets nastier every time.

And sillier. Superbowl – the Patriots won, the other side’s fans actually took to the streets to protest! Seriously? Protesting the result of a fucking football game? Oh, how easy is it going to get?

What’s next? Riots because the wrong player won Wimbledon or News at Ten started five minutes late? Well… More likely riots if Jeremy Kyle retired or the wrong character gets the pub in EastEnders.

Oh it gets better. Tessie May rushed to be first to visit Donnie Darko (wait, no, Donnie Trumpton) on becoming King of the Seven Planets (no, wait, Emperor of the American Empire) then Gimli the Speaker of the House of Morons says Donnie can’t visit Moria (no, wait,  Parliament).

‘He’ll taste the edge of my axe if he shows up here’ is one made-up quote attributed to Gimli. As is ‘No, no, not the beard!’ and ‘Tallness is an abomination and should be illegal’.

So we have the Prime Monster sensibly keeping well in with the country with the biggest army and nuclear arsenal and the idiot Speaker trying to wreck relations with the country that might be our biggest trading partner once we are free of the EU.

Didn’t Tiny Blur rush to be first to congratulate Barry O’Blimey on becoming Dark Lord of the Yankee Horde? How is that so different? Oh, I see, Barry was a Leftie king. Donnie is a Rightie king. We live in a world where left is right and right is wrong. It all makes sense now.

It’s as bad as the confusion I experienced when moving between Wales and Scotland during my PhD. It was the beer that confused me.

In Cardiff there is Brains’ Beers. It was originally Brian’s Beers but the signwriter had enjoyed some free samples and well, they’d paid for the sign so they let it go.

Anyway. There were several beers in their range at the time. I preferred SA, we never knew what it really stood for but we called it Skull Attack for reasons you can probably guess.

There was Light, which was a pale bitter beer of low strength so you could have one or two at lunchtime and still function, and there was Dark, a dark coloured beer of a similar colour to Guinness but nowhere near as solid in your stomach.

In Scotland, McEwan’s also had dark beer and light beer but their classification was based on the specific gravity of the beer, not the colour. So the dark coloured beer was ‘Light’ and the amber coloured one was ‘Heavy’.

Dark is light and light is heavy. Try working that one out after you’ve clocked up a few hours in the pub.

It’s no real surprise then to find that now, left is right and right is wrong. The world has been screwed up for a long time.

Back to the game. Not the computer game, the real one. What’s our diminutive David doing to poor Goliath at the moment?

Well. The recent Paris attack was reported by the BBC and the report said, not once but several times, the machete man shouted “All of you, at the bar!” and took pains to point out this means God is Grapes in Arabic. They used to take the same amount of effort to avoid saying that.

The UN let a spokesman admit, very clearly, that the whole Global Warming scam was intended to change the world economic system, destroy capitalism and ultimately massively reduce the world’s population. Admit it why? Now? When everyone is already angry?

France is likely to have to choose between a far left and a far Right candidate for president. The Left one wants to let even more car-burning and shopper-shooting immigrants into France, the Right one wants to stop that. Put aside your indoctrination for a moment and imagine it’s you parking a car in France and going to the shops. Who would you pick?

Russia and America. The countries that could be sniffing each others’ arses like dogs while China wipes us all out (reminds me of the Brian Aldiss tale ‘All The World’s Tears’) and tow big bosses at the end of the video game.

In one of the ‘Doom’ variants you come up against a cyberdemon and a queen spider. It’s easy. Both are really hard to kill so run between them and then hide. They both start firing and they’ll hit each other.

Wait for one of the superpowers to wipe out the other and the last one left is weakened to the point where it’s easy.

The people are getting angry and the coals are being added to the fire daily. This boiler is under pressure. There’s no release valve. There can be only one outcome and it’s the one that was always intended.

So where are we? Russia. America. Love/hate/no-trust. What’s left of the rapidly collapsing EU. A pressure for a communist style future. Population control. Suppression of all those annoying riots and terrorists.

Where is the saviour? Who will fight off the now-revealed enemies? Revealed all at once as a shock tactic to get a reaction. Who will save us from our own terrible excesses? Who has been big and quiet through it all?

Where is the modern William of Orange?

China.

Mae win ti

 

 

But… they aren’t doing it. They are puppets too.

Life? Don’t talk to me about life

It’s good to see the end of this week.

Monday was okay, apart from having to try to sleep early because I had to get up early. I’m not good at either of those things, which resulted in me getting about two hours of sleep on Monday night.

It’s a kind of paranoia – I know I’m really very good at sleeping through alarm clocks so I can’t get to sleep for wondering if I’ll wake up in time.

Anyway, early Tuesday I drove CStM to the airport so she could go back to Denmark to visit family.  We had to go earlier than really necessary because the easiest route was closed for road resurfacing. We had to go the long way round.

Seemed okay, everything went normally until about midday. The flight was cancelled. CStM has no UK phone so I didn’t know anything was amiss until I checked in on Twitter.

Oh they didn’t cancel right away, that would be too easy. They cancelled it when it was in the air. So off I went to the airport again to fetch CStM back. The next flight was of course the next day. So, another early start. Five hours sleep this time, a bit better.

Wednesday morning brought thick fog to add to the darkness. Just to make it more interesting. A rare stroke of luck meant the closed road was open but it was slow going anyway. We made it to the airport in time – before sunrise – and the plane was delayed by two hours. Sigh.

Eventually CStM made it to Denmark (after even more delay) and I spent the next two nights (and most of the next two days) catching up on sleep.

Then a good friend of mine died. He was a lot older than me, a brilliant scientist and  one blessed with that rare gift – diplomacy. He could put science into layman’s terms and he could talk to non-scientists in business meetings without accidentally saying ‘idiot’ aloud.

A great loss to science but as a mutual friend said, he would not have liked being an invalid. He’d had a major stoke before he succumbed.

Also, not having CStM here means nobody prods me and says ‘oi, go to bed’ when I crash out on the sofa.

A non productive week. Mostly catching up on sleep.

I’ve missed a lot of easy news targets…