The sword of the naive knight gets stuck in the pudding of life.

Monday 24 August 2009

Freecycle

I've been monitoring Norfolk freecycle:

Wanted: Good quality camera
Wanted: New PC
Wanted: Spare cash.

Offered: Rubble
Offered: 17 tins of Asda new potatoes
Offered: Rotten turnips.

It's mostly rubble actually.

Golden Age Ends when we're Bored

Before computers novelists had to pass a stringent test in order to get published. Namely they had to press a set of keys in the correct order with the correct strength and they had to do this around half a million times. I talk of typing.

These days you can cut and paste your emails together to form a book. You can be good at football and have people write books for you. You can even get a computer programme to generate prose for you or you can even outsource your writing to China.

Of course those that used the pen were probably saying the same about the typists. Yet there seems to be a sweet spot, an optimum that was the typewriter. No great literature came from scratching on cave walls with a bloody mammoth bone. At the other extreme how can you find the gems when they're covered by the landfill.

Happiest Day of My Life

I'm looking forward to the happiest day of my life in mid December when my daughter pops out of my wife. It seems that there will be a lot of worry before and after the event, there will be scenes in the hospital that I don't want to look at and there will be too much well meaning advice. It's all tolerable but not exactly happy making.

To compensate I am expecting some really good movies I hadn't heard of, a win for Norwich City, the publishing world to finally realise my genius and an Indian buffet including fluffy naan breads and chicken shashlik. Yes, I cannot envisage the happiest day of my life not including chicken shashlik because if it didn't how could it be the happiest. I could just have the same day again but this time with chicken shashlik.