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Dignity

Dicht gedrängt stehen Menschen am 05.05.2015 vor einer U-Bahn im Bahnhof am Alexanderplatz in Berlin. Die Lokführergewerkschaft GDL hat ihre Mitglieder aufgerufen, beim bisher längsten Streik in der Geschichte der Deutschen Bahn die Züge bis zum Sonntagmorgen um 9.00 Uhrstehen zu lassen. Foto: Kay Nietfeld/dpa +++(c) dpa - Bildfunk+++

Dicht gedrängt stehen Menschen am 05.05.2015 vor einer U-Bahn im Bahnhof am Alexanderplatz in Berlin. Die Lokführergewerkschaft GDL hat ihre Mitglieder aufgerufen, beim bisher längsten Streik in der Geschichte der Deutschen Bahn die Züge bis zum Sonntagmorgen um 9.00 Uhrstehen zu lassen. Foto: Kay Nietfeld/dpa +++(c) dpa – Bildfunk+++

You can tell a good man, even if you can’t understand all his graphs, when he quotes things like this:…

Death Star Mimas

As we all know, there is real science:

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The DS-1 Orbital Battle Station,[8] known unofficially, but more commonly as the Death Star or Death Star I, and known to the public as the Imperial Planetary Ore Extractor by the propaganda department,[9] was a massive Imperial battlestation/superweapon with a diameter of 120 kilometers designed to enforce law and order throughout the Empire with the threat of planetary destruction.

The working life

William Bealby-Wright had a brief stint on Spike Milligan’s Q6 in 1975 but, as founder member of Doggerel Bank, was already something of a cult figure in this land for the first album of what was dubbed “industrial rock” but was in fact musically accompanied poetry. Leonard Cohen had done poetry to music as well.

The album Silver Faces traces a young man’s commute on the long silver train to the worst type of factory for his first day’s work on the mind-numbing assembly line.  He does word portraits of different strata of British society, something Python did visually.  It’s a pity that YouTube does not have the whole album.

The first track here is about that train:

Bow and O’Hara paid, others got clean away with it

For some reason long lost in the whisky, I was looking at this bio of Maureen O’Hara and it seemed to me that those ladies who resisted the casting couch and putting it about with all the major actors of the day should have some sort of support.

And yet life is never fair.  Miss O’Hara is barely remembered, certainly by this panel:

… whilst the [allegedly] most egregious offenders such as Ava Gardner, Joan Crawford, Grace Kelly, Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor and so on were lauded and remain pure in the public consciousness. That seems wrong to me. Whilst there is a danger of Mary Whitehousism in this, of placing names on a proscribed list, at the same time they should not have got off Scot free.

And my reason for saying it is Clara Bow. That was a woman who didn’t just sleep her way up, she went out of her way to have whatever moved and was in trousers or even what had four legs, the equivalent of Errol Flynn one presumes, minus the bestiality.…

How time alters perspectives

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As is quite normal in these days of television wall to wall dross, the answer is to do something else, go out or put a film on, on this occasion I chose the latter.

The reason for this piece is not that the film itself was a cinematic great or a breakthrough in my viewing experience but that it provoked those thoughts about how, with an older film, one would view it with today’s mindset.…

A book at bedtime

sylvia rafaelOtherwise known as the tyranny of time.

Furiously writing, hoping to get the book finished by this evening but failed to. Got very close. By now, that old feeling is quite familiar whereby if the book is writing itself, it just blots all else out and the plot turns and twists this way and that until it spews you out the other end, not unlike a roller coaster. And interestingly, with relatively few typos. I’m making more in this post.

So, it did get to a natural end but unfortunately, as in real life, not an end which drew all threads together and resolved all things. In fact there were more questions at the end than there were at the start. Still about five pages short of where I wanted to be, the book stubbornly refused to move forward any more and I was resigned to leaving it at that, utterly knackered.…

The anti-heroine

I’ve been writing.

My first longer story after the saga and a few still to be edited short stories was a novella provisionally called Trust. It spluttered out after six chapters and has sat there with only one spark of further inspiration, until this week.

That spark of inspiration was to create an ongoing character who could appear in different stories, who would be female and she’d grow as a person over the journey. She’s not specifically this lady [too young and unblemished]:

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Why Jeremy Clarkson is walking straight into an ambush

UPDATE: Delingpole

No doubt the Clarkson thing has long become tedious but then again:

1. New tidbits come out every so often;
2. The Beeb itself and how it operates now appears to be on the line.

This has implications now for the Beeb and PC land, it’s going to blow open. In a three-way discussion with Chuckles and haiku, the former wrote:

The moots will come down to why the BBC acted before any investigation, and why they cancelled the shows immediately, and why the punished viewers by cancelling the broadcast of already recorded programmes. i.e. pure ‘erasing from history’ in good communist fashion.

In fact, what we have here is the Beeb set-up, system of operation and luvvie law on the line and licence payers are therefore involved.…