Tuesday 18 December 2012

This might be a bit complex for some, but the Rubberbandits are probably the best people in the world to explain the mysteries of physics. Ken and I had the great pleasure of watching the RBs live in Oxford, and it was one of the best night's entertainment I've ever experienced. And I've experienced at least three nights entertainment in my life, so I know what I'm talking about.

They are playing in London in January, we'll be there!

Monday 17 December 2012

No lessons today :) A brilliantly sunny day, I troll down to Winchester and wander around the Chrismas market by the cathedral. And eat chips - mmmmmm...

Sunday 16 December 2012

I spent Sunday pondering on the genius of the "World’s Best Father" - he is very deserving of the title :)

A link to all the photos is here (it's an ongoing project).

Saturday 15 December 2012

Sir Patrick Moore was a big fan of rave and trance music. This video is a fitting tribute :)

Friday 14 December 2012

Patrick Edlinger was a fearless free climber, a frenchman, and a film maker. He specialised in climbing sheer rock faces with no ropes, wearing little more than a pair of shorts. How sad, then, that he met his end falling down stairs.

Wednesday 12 December 2012

No lessons cancelled, I actually did six hours paid work.

Tuesday 11 December 2012

One cancellation. This isn't going to turn into a Bridget Jones thing where every entry starts with a summary of lessons cancelled, fags smoked, wine consumed and so on. It's just that the people I do business with seem to be a little ephemeral at the moment. Perhaps I'm too soft. As if...

Monday 10 December 2012

Only one cancellation today.

Ken emails me his tribute to Sir Patrick Moore:

So farewell then,
Sir Patrick,
Alfred,
Caldwell-Moore.
CBE.
You are,
I regret to say
As of yesterday,
No
More.

As a young man, you were an ace,
In the RAF,
Where the sky was the limit,
To your Observations.
After the war,
You were still an ace -
Armed,
Only with your,
Telescopic viewing devices,
When there were,
No limits at all
To what you saw.
You were truly..........
'Astronomical'.

Born 4th March 1923
Made you Pisces,
Though to hear that
Made you
Blast off into orbit.
Nothing fishy about you!
Keith's mum used to say
(To our dismay)
How good you were!
To see so much,
So far away,
Through so little!!!
But then, the only time she looked
Through a telescope,
It was,
Through the wrong
End.
(Daft bat.)

David Niven once said,
"The Moon's a Balloon!!"
You showed him though.
And as for those
So-called,
Conspiracy theorists who thought the moon landings were faked.
You taked
No nonsense from,
Especially in the black hole
Of Basingstoke
When I saw you on stage,
With my chum Rich.
(Coincidently........
I was with him,
Last night,
Looking up at the stars,
Holding hands
And doing impressionations of you,
Poorly,)
"Well"......."We just don't know!"
That was one of yours.........
(According to Ronnie Barker).
And though you wore
A monacle,
You were clearly not averse,
To making a spectacle,
Of yourself.

Good for you!

And so your are remembered
Fondly,
By many,
As a man of the stars,
Who mixed,
With them.
"Hey Mr Xylophone Man"
That could have been
A hit CD for you,
With Brian May
From 'The Queen'
On Guitar.
Cor..........
That would have been
Out of this world!!

I'd have bought it.........
Especially now that,
You,
Sadly,
Have.

RIP

E.J.Spock (55ish ............ Leo)

Wonderful. Thank you Ken. Sir P's Wikipedia entry is well worth a look. They don't make them like that any more.

Sunday 09 December 2012

Jim, Tina and I have breakfast together. An impressive feat for Jim, who came home in the wee small hours.

Night sky at DeaneJim and I visit my Dad, who is on good form. We also visit Joyce, before he gets the train back to his metropolis.

In the afternoon, Tina and I go for a walk with Ken and Carol. We park at Deane and walk to Overton, where the "Old House at Home" tempts us. Returning to the car, night falls. The ladies have gone on ahead, and Ken and I admire the night sky and star gaze while chatting about Sir Patrick Moore. It turns out to be a sad and apposite moment - Ken texts me later to say Sir Patrick has just passed away. The four of us saw him at the Anvil in Basingstoke, and thoroughly enjoyed the evening.

No more Mr. Night Sky....

Saturday 08 December 2012

Tina has to work :(

Jim visits :)

Jim goes out :(

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