Happy 63rd Wedding Anniversary to these old wrinklies. Literally, we wouldn’t be here without you Dad and Myrtle!
Monday, August 31, 2020
Friday, August 28, 2020
Congratulations to my amazing niece Charlotte on the arrival of her amazing baby boy at 1:50pm today weighing in at 3.37 kg / 7.7 lbs. He looks just like his proud father Jos.
A very proud great uncle at this end! Those 35 hours in labour were certainly worth it! XXX ❤️❤️❤️
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Tenet - strap yourself in and enjoy the ride. And see if you can spot a topical reference to a "mutant algorithm"!..
It was weird going back to the cinema after such a long time; lots of social-distancing in the seats sold, face coverings all round, lots of extra staff on hand, and dozens of hand sanitiser dispensers.
The reviews for Tenet have all been fairly glowing so far and I'd largely concur. Although as with any sci-fi action blockbuster, there are always enough plot holes to drive a Batmobile through!
However, if you take my advice, you just strap yourself in and enjoy the ride. And see if you can spot a topical reference to a "mutant algorithm"!
Nice performances from action hero John David Washington, a lovely bromance with Robert Pattinson, wronged siren Elizabeth Debicki is great, baddy Kenneth Branagh hams it up beautifully, nice support from Himesh Patel, and a lovely if rather pointless cameo by Michael Caine.
**BELOW LIE THEM THERE SPOILERS (BUT NOT THE ENDING)**
Christopher Nolan is obviously a big fan of The Night Manager, James Bond, and to a lesser degree Doctor Who's River Song.
Mediterranean location (check), posh yacht (check), moustache twirly omnicidal baddy (check), unhappy ingénue looking for a way out (check), good-looking protagonist who is good with his fists but for some reason doesn't get shot on first sight by the baddy (check), baffling world-effecting plot (check), huge dramatic set-pieces involving planes, cars, explosions, and lots of fighting (check), lots and lots of time-wimey MacGuffins (check), characters that say cake-and-eat-it things to baffled side-kicks like "don't try to understand what's going on, it's complicated"!
The physics bit as used in Tenet...
Time is an illusion. Or so they say. There is no global "now".
One natural conclusion of General Relativity is that all events are real. All events. So events in the past and future have already happened. A non-intuitive idea of course because we remember the past, not the future.
Time travel in films and TV often relies upon this idea. Most film and TV use the idea of traveling faster than the speed of light or bending space-time so people and object suddenly jump into the past or the future.
Not so in Tenet.
Tenet correctly acknowledges that time is simply the direction of entropy.
Entropy (the measure of disorder) being one of the few quantities in the physical sciences that require a particular direction for time.
The second law of thermodynamics says, the entropy of an isolated system can only increase, but cannot decrease. Therefore the arrow of time only goes "forward" in time not backwards. Ice melts. Hot turns to cold. Your bedroom gets more messy not less.
Tenet imagines a future 'magical' method of decreasing the entropy for an object in such away that it reserves this own arrow of time for that object. They call it 'inverting the entropy'. So it gets colder when you heat it not hotter. When you throw it away it comes back. Bullet's get unshot. The inverted object experiences the world backwards locally even in a world where time for everyone else generally flows forward.
Significantly this inverted object or person travels through time at the same rate as everyone else but in reverse. So no sudden jumps into the past or into the future.
And if, Tenet supposes, those inverted objects were to start appearing from the future into the present, why were they being sent here, and how could a bad guy use them to his own evil ends?
Watch Tenet to find out.
And the Grandfather Paradox gets acknowledged and promptly ignored!
And the baddy's modus operandi seems to be "if I can't have it, no one can".
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Monday, August 24, 2020
Friday, August 21, 2020
Thursday, August 20, 2020
Five days after going 10 rounds with a tube escalator and bruises are starting to get better. I feel like a panda 🐼
And most scars will be hidden. Only slight scarring to my face (forehead). I’ll have to come up with some story about swimming with piranha in the Amazon. (Which we actually did!)
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Who can honestly say they don’t have at least two big questions about dishwasher salt?
Where do I put? Why do I put it? How do I put it? When do I put it? Why is it so expensive? Why does it spill everywhere? How come the cap never does back on? How come the container is so hidden away?
The back of the packet says "you may have hard water - check the rocks and geology of your local area." So I've ordered a pick-axe, a canary, and a miner's lamp.
Monday, August 17, 2020
Top Tip: If you are going to venture back on the tube for the first time in 5 months after a big downpour on a Saturday... *do* hold on to the handrail (inspite of fears of Covid), *don't* wear your favourite trainers that have no tread left on the sole, and *don't* trust that the tube escalator steps won't be slippery from the wet.
I had just walked up the Northern Line escalator at Kings Cross hands-free when my foot slipped forward on the last wet metal step at the top. As my foot slipped forward, I fell backwards. Then, with nothing to grab on to, I tumbled fully backwards down the escalator hitting my head on the edge of each step on the way down. Luckily it was a short fall; just five or six steps. But those metal steps are pretty unforgiving. It must have sounded like the opening bars of the EastEnders closing theme. There was blood everywhere.
Over 5 hours in A&E; a broken rib, five deep cuts to my head that looked like a bear attack (now glued back together), a tear to my left ear, head to toe covered in bruises and cuts, and an impressive landscape of bloody red scratches down my whole back made by the escalator teeth. Ouch!
Two days later I feel fine. And very lucky. It could have been so much worse if I had fallen on my back or my neck. The wonderful people at UCH patched me up (turns out Saturday are fairly quiet there these days) and the biggest bruise I am left with now is probably the one to my ego. I thought I had mastered "how to climb stairs" aged 3! Silly me. And those favourite trainers have gone in the bin.
Hold on to that tube escalator handrail! Especially when it's been raining.
The woman next to me in A and E had a broken arm. How did you do it I asked? I was arm wrestling with my sister she replied. Oh your sister must’ve had quite some grip. No, she said I won fair and square but then she hit me with a stool and broke my arm.
Friday, August 14, 2020
One of my favourite games on the SNES was Super Bomberman.Well, here is a fab re-imagined multiplayer version:- "Massively Multiplayer Bomberman"!
This is how to reinvent old games for the modern times - we don't want classic graphic design fucked around with but we do want this!
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Monday, August 10, 2020
Doing the job he does, there was a sea theme to the celebrations.
We hid in the back garden and jumped out to surprise the birthday boy when he arrived. He acted surprised, although the three helium-filled fish floating in the middle of the lawn might have given the game away a little!
His fiancée Jaye, his sister Charlotte Kate, and his mother Joanna pulled out all the stops; great food, ample drink and a lovely nautically-themed birthday cake.
It was so nice to see everyone in the flesh. It had been 7 months since I had last seen everyone - including my Mum and Dad who had been shielding.
It was an afternoon filled with laughter, lots of sanitising hand gel, and much hand washing. Very 2020.
Friday, August 07, 2020
Yes, I've got time on my hands. Feel free to suggest any more!
Thursday, August 06, 2020
Last Sunday afternoon Stuart and I took a stroll down to the Tate Modern on London's glitzy South Bank to see the Andy Warhol exhibition.
Socially distanced and donning masks we pootled round the one-way route of this major retrospective - the first Warhol exhibition at Tate Modern for almost 20 years.
As well as his iconic pop images of Marilyn Monroe, Coca-Cola and Campbell's soup cans, it includes works never seen before in the UK. Twenty-five works from his Ladies and Gentlemen series – portraits of black and Latinx drag queens and trans women – are shown for the first time in 30 years.
Andy Warhol was the son of immigrants who became an American icon. A shy gay man who became the hub of New York's social scene. An artist who embraced consumerism, celebrity and the counter culture – and changed modern art in the process.
He was born in 1928 as Andrew Warhola to working-class parents from present day Slovakia. In 1949 he moved from Pittsburgh to New York. Initially working as a commercial illustrator, his skill at transforming the imagery of American culture soon found its realisation in his groundbreaking pop art.
Popularly radical and radically popular, Warhol was an artist who reimagined what art could be in an age of immense social, political and technological change.
We loved it. If you get a chance, go see. It has been extended to November.