That David Goodhart article is just Common People in prose, with a side order of martyrdom.
You'd do well to read it again, and again, until you understand it and appreciate it.
He is bang on the money.
I've read it twice. It's not half as profound as you or he thinks it is.
Oh, it very much is. But he is clearly asking far too much in humility from you to be able to see the truth of what he's saying - because you are part of the problem he describes.
Andrew Marr gets it, of course. But he is far less pompous and almost certainly cleverer than you.
@Cyclefree all that is true. But a Northern Ireland without late period Martin McGuinness would be a much worse, much sadder, much bloodier and much more backward-looking place.
I don't deny that. I just think that the forgotten victims deserve someone to give them a voice.
That David Goodhart article is just Common People in prose, with a side order of martyrdom.
You'd do well to read it again, and again, until you understand it and appreciate it.
He is bang on the money.
I've read it twice. It's not half as profound as you or he thinks it is.
Oh, it very much is. But he is clearly asking far too much in humility from you to be able to see the truth of what he's saying - because you are part of the problem he describes.
Andrew Marr gets it, of course. But he is far less pompous and almost certainly cleverer than you.
Earlier today you were whingeing about having the piss taken out of you. Posts like that remind me why you deserved it.
That David Goodhart article is just Common People in prose, with a side order of martyrdom.
You'd do well to read it again, and again, until you understand it and appreciate it.
He is bang on the money.
I've read it twice. It's not half as profound as you or he thinks it is.
Oh, it very much is. But he is clearly asking far too much in humility from you to be able to see the truth of what he's saying - because you are part of the problem he describes.
Andrew Marr gets it, of course. But he is far less pompous and almost certainly cleverer than you.
Earlier today you were whingeing about having the piss taken out of you. Posts like that remind me why you deserved it.
That David Goodhart article is just Common People in prose, with a side order of martyrdom.
You'd do well to read it again, and again, until you understand it and appreciate it.
He is bang on the money.
I've read it twice. It's not half as profound as you or he thinks it is.
Oh, it very much is. But he is clearly asking far too much in humility from you to be able to see the truth of what he's saying - because you are part of the problem he describes.
Andrew Marr gets it, of course. But he is far less pompous and almost certainly cleverer than you.
Earlier today you were whingeing about having the piss taken out of you. Posts like that remind me why you deserved it.
Eh? Where?
Citation needed.
Ignore him. He's trying to compensate for the lack of joy in his own life by making the rest of us miserable.
Completely O/T and apologies in advance but on the Irish question:
Sometimes you have to do deals with bad people and McGuinness – eventually – played his part in trying to sort out the mess he created. But let's not imagine virtues that did not exist. Whatever he did in the peace process did not involve saying sorry for what the IRA did. Nor did it involve justice for the dead and wounded and the widows and widowers and orphans and all those deprived of people they loved. They should not be forgotten, today of all days.
Making this simple point somehow seems controversial. As if it is somehow not done to look past the cheery smile. All that killing and pain. And for what? A NI still in the UK and what has been achieved could have been achieved decades ago if the men of peace had been as celebrated and fawned over and supported as much as the men of violence.
We live in a meritocracy where people with no experience or knowledge whatsoever can be appointed to senior jobs and where any notion that man is a moral animal and can make a choice between good and evil and be held accountable for his/her choices is seen as something quaintly old-fashioned if not downright perverse.
There. I have got that off my chest.
Sorry.
Off to have my dinner now.
I agree with all of that. I don't rejoice at his death, but nor do I mourn it, or attribute to him virtues that he never possessed. I hope he felt remorse for his actions before he died.
Completely O/T and apologies in advance but on the Irish question:
Sometimes you have to do deals with bad people and McGuinness – eventually – played his part in trying to sort out the mess he created. But let's not imagine virtues that did not exist. Whatever he did in the peace process did not involve saying sorry for what the IRA did. Nor did it involve justice for the dead and wounded and the widows and widowers and orphans and all those deprived of people they loved. They should not be forgotten, today of all days.
Making this simple point somehow seems controversial. As if it is somehow not done to look past the cheery smile. All that killing and pain. And for what? A NI still in the UK and what has been achieved could have been achieved decades ago if the men of peace had been as celebrated and fawned over and supported as much as the men of violence.
We live in a meritocracy where people with no experience or knowledge whatsoever can be appointed to senior jobs and where any notion that man is a moral animal and can make a choice between good and evil and be held accountable for his/her choices is seen as something quaintly old-fashioned if not downright perverse.
There. I have got that off my chest.
Sorry.
Off to have my dinner now.
TBH I don't think we would have got anywhere near the present power-sharing/equality for the minority community without the violence. The majority community were just NOT going to have it.
Completely O/T and apologies in advance but on the Irish question:
Sometimes you have to do deals with bad people and McGuinness – eventually – played his part in trying to sort out the mess he created. But let's not imagine virtues that did not exist. Whatever he did in the peace process did not involve saying sorry for what the IRA did. Nor did it involve justice for the dead and wounded and the widows and widowers and orphans and all those deprived of people they loved. They should not be forgotten, today of all days.
Making this simple point somehow seems controversial. As if it is somehow not done to look past the cheery smile. All that killing and pain. And for what? A NI still in the UK and what has been achieved could have been achieved decades ago if the men of peace had been as celebrated and fawned over and supported as much as the men of violence.
We live in a meritocracy where people with no experience or knowledge whatsoever can be appointed to senior jobs and where any notion that man is a moral animal and can make a choice between good and evil and be held accountable for his/her choices is seen as something quaintly old-fashioned if not downright perverse.
There. I have got that off my chest.
Sorry.
Off to have my dinner now.
TBH I don't think we would have got anywhere near the present power-sharing/equality for the minority community without the violence. The majority community were just NOT going to have it.
Very, very sadly.
All sorts of reforms have been achieved in this country without recourse to terrorism. Indeed, the Civil Rights campaign had achieved most of its aims before the PIRA campaign really got going.
@Cyclefree all that is true. But a Northern Ireland without late period Martin McGuinness would be a much worse, much sadder, much bloodier and much more backward-looking place.
The Prime Minister's words were spot on.
Not a fan of May, but it was a well crafted statement.
Hello PB. I wrote another 3240 words today. In two hours.
Tomorrow I will finish the first draft. A 93,000 word novel in two months and one day.
No idea if it is any good, could be anything from dreck to worldbeater, but I sure did it quick.
Here's the thing. During the writing of this novel, when the writing has been most intense/prolific, I have been sleeping 10 or more hours a day, sometimes 12. In Thailand this came in the form of 2-3 hour siestas, then another 8 hours normal sleep, here in London I just conk out for 11 hours. Go to bed at 1am, wake up at noon. Write. Repeat.
How odd is that? Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Intense mental activity, requiring huge amounts of kip?
Back in the days when I used to write my own code I would sometimes go non stop for 12/13/14 hours and then sleep for a full day.
But then I have always been a bit like that. I am not bipolar, but I regularly oscillate between achieving nothing and periods of enormous productivity.
What is remarkable about disliking Simon? He's a rude, lazy, arrogant and extraordinarily stupid sycophant who has no discernible principles, no original ideas, no capacity for independent thought or critical evaluation, and who has successively failed as a journalist, politician, campaigner and most recently all the lot together. He is utterly unfit to run a village post office, never mind the West Midlands.
The suggestion that he should make the campaign about him rather than Jez to improve his chances is the equivalent of someone advising Khrushchev to play down his links to Stalin and instead big up his friendship with Yezhov to secure the post of General Secretary.
What is more remarkable in many ways is that there still people out there odd enough to actually rate this gurning fool. Frankly, it doesn't say much for the intellect of the average Labour member in the West Midlands that they preferred him to Bedser.
He may still win of course. But he is testing the theory of 'put up a donkey with a red rosette and they'll vote for it' far beyond the point of safety.
What is remarkable about disliking Simon? He's a rude, lazy, arrogant sycophant who has no discernible principles, no original ideas, no capacity for independent thought or critical evaluation, and who has successively failed as a journalist, politician, campaigner and most recently all the lot together.
Oh behave. Only a man of erudition, awesome journalistic skills could have written that magnum opus.
What is remarkable about disliking Simon? He's a rude, lazy, arrogant sycophant who has no discernible principles, no original ideas, no capacity for independent thought or critical evaluation, and who has successively failed as a journalist, politician, campaigner and most recently all the lot together.
Oh behave. Only a man of erudition, awesome journalistic skills could have written that magnum opus.
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
Not for me, I'll be on my way back from Netherlands
What is remarkable about disliking Simon? He's a rude, lazy, arrogant and extraordinarily stupid sycophant who has no discernible principles, no original ideas, no capacity for independent thought or critical evaluation, and who has successively failed as a journalist, politician, campaigner and most recently all the lot together. He is utterly unfit to run a village post office, never mind the West Midlands.
The suggestion that he should make the campaign about him rather than Jez to improve his chances is the equivalent of someone advising Khrushchev to play down his links to Stalin and instead big up his friendship with Yezhov to secure the post of General Secretary.
What is more remarkable in many ways is that there still people out there odd enough to actually rate this gurning fool. Frankly, it doesn't say much for the intellect of the average Labour member in the West Midlands that they preferred him to Bedser.
He may still win of course. But he is testing the theory of 'put up a donkey with a red rosette and they'll vote for it' far beyond the point of safety.
It was a misfortune for the West Midlands that they failed to persuade Warwickshire to join their merry throng. Otherwise Grocer Street would be a shoo-in. I'd still rate his chances better than evens, as the overwhelmingly more attractive candidate. The Tories need to think outside the box and make a huge donation to Labour's campaign funds, raising Sion Simon's profile as much as possible.
I shall be marking 29 March in quiet contemplation and mortification in rural Hungary.
Make the most of it. Soon you will have to choose. Hideous, xenophobic, race-hatred-filled Brexit Britain, or the super-tolerant liberal delights of Viktor Orban's Hungary.
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I would like to come though it may prove impractical.
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I could be around. The Cork & Bottle in Leicester Square would be a good location. Or Davys in St. James.
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
If you want a token Remainer to hurl insults at, I'm in London that day.
Hello PB. I wrote another 3240 words today. In two hours.
Tomorrow I will finish the first draft. A 93,000 word novel in two months and one day.
No idea if it is any good, could be anything from dreck to worldbeater, but I sure did it quick.
Here's the thing. During the writing of this novel, when the writing has been most intense/prolific, I have been sleeping 10 or more hours a day, sometimes 12. In Thailand this came in the form of 2-3 hour siestas, then another 8 hours normal sleep, here in London I just conk out for 11 hours. Go to bed at 1am, wake up at noon. Write. Repeat.
How odd is that? Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Intense mental activity, requiring huge amounts of kip?
When young I had a pure mathematician for a room mate. He would take a long time, maybe days or weeks simply mulling things over, and then he'd sit down and produce a spotless solution/proof. A few years later, he supplied a massive proof of a generalisation of a speculation by the great C F Gauss, thereby becoming famous in the community of number theorists. He had been developing towards that result from early childhood. You had to more or less set a bomb off to wake him up in the morning to go to classes.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones. For me napping is a forte. I rise at 5am if not earlier.
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I could be around. The Cork & Bottle in Leicester Square would be a good location. Or Davys in St. James.
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I could be around. The Cork & Bottle in Leicester Square would be a good location. Or Davys in St. James.
Or Rules!
I can sign four people into the Groucho. Nice champagne.
Well I'd love to... but there will surely be more than four?
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I could be around. The Cork & Bottle in Leicester Square would be a good location. Or Davys in St. James.
Or Rules!
I can sign four people into the Groucho. Nice champagne.
That David Goodhart article is just Common People in prose, with a side order of martyrdom.
It is a curious article. David says he has broken up with the metropolitan elite, but he's remaining in post as a chief wonk at a London based think tank, about as far from the common people as you can get really.
Hello PB. I wrote another 3240 words today. In two hours.
Tomorrow I will finish the first draft. A 93,000 word novel in two months and one day.
No idea if it is any good, could be anything from dreck to worldbeater, but I sure did it quick.
Here's the thing. During the writing of this novel, when the writing has been most intense/prolific, I have been sleeping 10 or more hours a day, sometimes 12. In Thailand this came in the form of 2-3 hour siestas, then another 8 hours normal sleep, here in London I just conk out for 11 hours. Go to bed at 1am, wake up at noon. Write. Repeat.
How odd is that? Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Intense mental activity, requiring huge amounts of kip?
When young I had a pure mathematician for a room mate. He would take a long time, maybe days or weeks simply mulling things over, and then he'd sit down and produce a spotless solution/proof. A few years later, he supplied a massive proof of a generalisation of a speculation by the great C F Gauss, thereby becoming famous in the community of number theorists. He had been developing towards that result from early childhood. You had to more or less set a bomb off to wake him up in the morning to go to classes.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones. For me napping is a forte. I rise at 5am if not earlier.
That's been my experience with this book. I basically thought about it for an entire year - location, character, narrative devices, plot, even basic dialogue. Just sat there and THOUGHT ("diligent indolence", as Keats called it). I was accused of laziness, but I was really thinking.
Then when the moment came, in the Dynasty Grande hotel in Bangkok, in late January, I typed the first sentence: "The dead birds are neatly arranged in a row."
And that was it - wham. Suddenly I was up and running, the voice felt good, I wrote 2000 words the first day. And it kept on coming.
Nice feeling, but bloody exhausting.
I'd better shut the F up now, as this book could very easily be total, total shite and I am a flailing idiot exulting over a career-ending piece of dreck. EEEEEEK.
But at least I ended my career swiftly, if that turns out to be the case. If so, I shall take up wild sea-bass fishing.
I bet you wrote your work more quickly than Anne Frank did.
What is remarkable about disliking Simon? He's a rude, lazy, arrogant and extraordinarily stupid sycophant who has no discernible principles, no original ideas, no capacity for independent thought or critical evaluation, and who has successively failed as a journalist, politician, campaigner and most recently all the lot together. He is utterly unfit to run a village post office, never mind the West Midlands.
The suggestion that he should make the campaign about him rather than Jez to improve his chances is the equivalent of someone advising Khrushchev to play down his links to Stalin and instead big up his friendship with Yezhov to secure the post of General Secretary.
What is more remarkable in many ways is that there still people out there odd enough to actually rate this gurning fool. Frankly, it doesn't say much for the intellect of the average Labour member in the West Midlands that they preferred him to Bedser.
He may still win of course. But he is testing the theory of 'put up a donkey with a red rosette and they'll vote for it' far beyond the point of safety.
I assumed it was Welsh revenge for flooding the Elan Valley by Birmingham CC in 1905.
We found the stupidest man in Wales and sent him to Birmingham to be Mayor.
Hello PB. I wrote another 3240 words today. In two hours.
Tomorrow I will finish the first draft. A 93,000 word novel in two months and one day.
No idea if it is any good, could be anything from dreck to worldbeater, but I sure did it quick.
Here's the thing. During the writing of this novel, when the writing has been most intense/prolific, I have been sleeping 10 or more hours a day, sometimes 12. In Thailand this came in the form of 2-3 hour siestas, then another 8 hours normal sleep, here in London I just conk out for 11 hours. Go to bed at 1am, wake up at noon. Write. Repeat.
How odd is that? Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Intense mental activity, requiring huge amounts of kip?
When young I had a pure mathematician for a room mate. He would take a long time, maybe days or weeks simply mulling things over, and then he'd sit down and produce a spotless solution/proof. A few years later, he supplied a massive proof of a generalisation of a speculation by the great C F Gauss, thereby becoming famous in the community of number theorists. He had been developing towards that result from early childhood. You had to more or less set a bomb off to wake him up in the morning to go to classes.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones. For me napping is a forte. I rise at 5am if not earlier.
That's been my experience with this book. I basically thought about it for an entire year - location, character, narrative devices, plot, even basic dialogue. Just sat there and THOUGHT ("diligent indolence", as Keats called it). I was accused of laziness, but I was really thinking.
Then when the moment came, in the Dynasty Grande hotel in Bangkok, in late January, I typed the first sentence: "The dead birds are neatly arranged in a row."
And that was it - wham. Suddenly I was up and running, the voice felt good, I wrote 2000 words the first day. And it kept on coming.
Nice feeling, but bloody exhausting.
I'd better shut the F up now, as this book could very easily be total, total shite and I am a flailing idiot exulting over a career-ending piece of dreck. EEEEEEK.
But at least I ended my career swiftly, if that turns out to be the case. If so, I shall take up wild sea-bass fishing.
I bet you wrote your work more quickly than Anne Frank did.
Me too, having just had "the grand total" of my hair laughed at by my 4-year-old nephew this weekend and been told that my hair should look like his. I decided not to raise the issue of family genetics with him... yet...
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I could be around. The Cork & Bottle in Leicester Square would be a good location. Or Davys in St. James.
Or Rules!
I can sign four people into the Groucho. Nice champagne.
Well I'd love to... but there will surely be more than four?
Sounds tremendous but looks like there are about 8 keen already (isam, Cyclefree, C_R, Sean's x 2, Charles and TSE). Both Sean_F's wine bars look good - alternatively there's a pub off Berkeley sq west side that I can't remember the name of...
That David Goodhart article is just Common People in prose, with a side order of martyrdom.
It is a curious article. David says he has broken up with the metropolitan elite, but he's remaining in post as a chief wonk at a London based think tank, about as far from the common people as you can get really.
Yes, he's followed the long and winding road from thinking he knew better than the 'elite', to thinking he knows better than the 'elite'.
Norman Tebbit and his wife suffered grievously, so he is fully entitled to his victim impact statement, and that should give one pause for thought. But one of the principles of Christianity (even the semi-Pagan variant known as Catholicism) is Redemption. Without Redemption we are all doomed (atheists excepted, obviously).
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I could be around. The Cork & Bottle in Leicester Square would be a good location. Or Davys in St. James.
Or Rules!
I can sign four people into the Groucho. Nice champagne.
Well I'd love to... but there will surely be more than four?
Sounds tremendous but looks like there are about 8 keen already (isam, Cyclefree, C_R, Sean's x 2, Charles and TSE). Both Sean_F's wine bars look good - alternatively there's a pub off Berkeley sq west side that I can't remember the name of...
Also, Truckles in Pied Bull Yard, Holborn, is good.
Hello PB. I wrote another 3240 words today. In two hours.
Tomorrow I will finish the first draft. A 93,000 word novel in two months and one day.
No idea if it is any good, could be anything from dreck to worldbeater, but I sure did it quick.
Here's the thing. During the writing of this novel, when the writing has been most intense/prolific, I have been sleeping 10 or more hours a day, sometimes 12. In Thailand this came in the form of 2-3 hour siestas, then another 8 hours normal sleep, here in London I just conk out for 11 hours. Go to bed at 1am, wake up at noon. Write. Repeat.
How odd is that? Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Intense mental activity, requiring huge amounts of kip?
When young I had a pure mathematician for a room mate. He would take a long time, maybe days or weeks simply mulling things over, and then he'd sit down and produce a spotless solution/proof. A few years later, he supplied a massive proof of a generalisation of a speculation by the great C F Gauss, thereby becoming famous in the community of number theorists. He had been developing towards that result from early childhood. You had to more or less set a bomb off to wake him up in the morning to go to classes.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones. For me napping is a forte. I rise at 5am if not earlier.
That's been my experience with this book. I basically thought about it for an entire year - location, character, narrative devices, plot, even basic dialogue. Just sat there and THOUGHT ("diligent indolence", as Keats called it). I was accused of laziness, but I was really thinking.
Then when the moment came, in the Dynasty Grande hotel in Bangkok, in late January, I typed the first sentence: "The dead birds are neatly arranged in a row."
And that was it - wham. Suddenly I was up and running, the voice felt good, I wrote 2000 words the first day. And it kept on coming.
Nice feeling, but bloody exhausting.
I'd better shut the F up now, as this book could very easily be total, total shite and I am a flailing idiot exulting over a career-ending piece of dreck. EEEEEEK.
But at least I ended my career swiftly, if that turns out to be the case. If so, I shall take up wild sea-bass fishing.
I think people vary hugely in their ability to be self critical, maybe with Trump defining one extreme. I suspect you are pretty realistic, but the greater readership will dictate things somewhat. For maths it's only between you and the result, however boring that may or may not be.
Norman Tebbit and his wife suffered grievously, so he is fully entitled to his victim impact statement, and that should give one pause for thought. But one of the principles of Christianity (even the semi-Pagan variant known as Catholicism) is Redemption. Without Redemption we are all doomed (atheists excepted, obviously).
I think Goodhart's book is likely to become the set text on Brexit and Mayism. Though his bright-lines division of the population into Somewheres (50%) and Anywheres (25%)* is obviously an oversimplification, it does seem to have a good deal of explanatory power.
* with 25% exhibiting elements of both
Agreed.
@Casino_Royale and other PBers keen on an Article 50 celebration. How about next Wednesday in Town?
I'll be around and either poor but happy or flush but unhappy after what promises to be the best auction of the YTD.
Any venue prefs?
Works for me although not too late as failing into s board meeting at 00:30 that morning
I might be around. Fuck it. Let's quaff a silver tankard of champagne JUST to annoy the Remainers.
I could be around. The Cork & Bottle in Leicester Square would be a good location. Or Davys in St. James.
Or Rules!
I can sign four people into the Groucho. Nice champagne.
Well I'd love to... but there will surely be more than four?
Sounds tremendous but looks like there are about 8 keen already (isam, Cyclefree, C_R, Sean's x 2, Charles and TSE). Both Sean_F's wine bars look good - alternatively there's a pub off Berkeley sq west side that I can't remember the name of...
Also, Truckles in Pied Bull Yard, Holborn, is good.
Yes! I used to live literally next door in Bury Place.
Surely Boisedale's is the place for you all to celebrate A50 day. You can toast Brexit and the Union at the same time. I'll be in Shenzhen doing the hard yards for our broken country in meetings and trying to explain to the Chinese, again, why we are leaving the Single Market. Something about halal easter eggs and bendy bananas, I'll say.
Norman Tebbit and his wife suffered grievously, so he is fully entitled to his victim impact statement, and that should give one pause for thought. But one of the principles of Christianity (even the semi-Pagan variant known as Catholicism) is Redemption. Without Redemption we are all doomed (atheists excepted, obviously).
I've always agreed with every word Norman said. I've not changed my mind after this.
When young I had a pure mathematician for a room mate. He would take a long time, maybe days or weeks simply mulling things over, and then he'd sit down and produce a spotless solution/proof. A few years later, he supplied a massive proof of a generalisation of a speculation by the great C F Gauss, thereby becoming famous in the community of number theorists. He had been developing towards that result from early childhood. You had to more or less set a bomb off to wake him up in the morning to go to classes.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones. For me napping is a forte. I rise at 5am if not earlier.
When I did my PhD with Hugh Dowker, a leading light in point-set topology - he was just like that. Ask him a question and he'd close his eyes and think for some minutes. In the eary days I'd become uneasy - had he fallen asleep? Gone into a coma? Then he'd open them and give a complete answer with the entire proof.
But I *hated* doing my PhD because I don't think like that. Basically the PhD had to have a couple of dozen original thoughts, to be accumulated over 3 sodding YEARS. I'd sit on the balcony of the top-floor flat staring into space, or lie in bed with my purring cat nestling inside the duvet up to my shoulder, and think. Fruitlessly, for an average 29 days out of 30, 6, 8, 9 hours a day. Then just occasionally some minor chink of light would dawn.
I dedicated the thesis to the cat. She's the only one who enjoyed the process, and the only living being other than my tutor and invigilator who came close to actually reading the bloody thing.
The PhD got me a job (in IT) and has periodically impressed people who aren't mathematicians. But it was in my view an unpleasant waste of time in every other respect. I'd have enjoyed a flowing research project - history, perhaps. But waiting for ideas? It sucks. Credit to SeanT for sticking with it.
Surely Boisedale's is the place for you all to celebrate A50 day. You can toast Brexit and the Union at the same time. I'll be in Shenzhen doing the hard yards for our broken country in meetings and trying to explain to the Chinese, again, why we are leaving the Single Market. Something about halal easter eggs and bendy bananas, I'll say.
Enjoy it!!
If the EU had an immigration policy as tough as China's there would never have been a Brexit
Surely Boisedale's is the place for you all to celebrate A50 day. You can toast Brexit and the Union at the same time. I'll be in Shenzhen doing the hard yards for our broken country in meetings and trying to explain to the Chinese, again, why we are leaving the Single Market. Something about halal easter eggs and bendy bananas, I'll say.
Enjoy it!!
If the EU had an immigration policy as tough as China's there would never have been a Brexit
If the EU had an immigration policy... it would be criticised for interfering in the business of the nation state.
Oh I don't know. In the second part of his IRA career, Marty murdered and tortured with considerable enthusiasm.
The thing was, that those he tortured and murdered were very largely the die-hard holdouts in the IRA opposed to any kind of peace process.
At the time it was claimed that they were all informers for the Evul Brits. Now many of Marty's boon companions have their doubts.
That was the most curious accusation. That he was turned, at an early age, and became the very deepest of British double agents. I doubt it, personally - but I have heard that he was, from several informed sources. And of course at the end some in the IRA came to believe it, whatever the case.
One thing is for sure, MI5 and MI6 are still very very good at sowing doubt and fear in their enemies. I trust they are now all over Brussels.
The list of his victims (and those of the bearded schoolteacher) in the latter part of their careers were among the hardest hardliners of the PIRA. Either British Intelligence was extremely good at recruiting the most ferocious anti-brits in the IRA or.....
When young I had a pure mathematician for a room mate. He would take a long time, maybe days or weeks simply mulling things over, and then he'd sit down and produce a spotless solution/proof. A few years later, he supplied a massive proof of a generalisation of a speculation by the great C F Gauss, thereby becoming famous in the community of number theorists. He had been developing towards that result from early childhood. You had to more or less set a bomb off to wake him up in the morning to go to classes.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones. For me napping is a forte. I rise at 5am if not earlier.
When I did my PhD with Hugh Dowker, a leading light in point-set topology - he was just like that. Ask him a question and he'd close his eyes and think for some minutes. In the eary days I'd become uneasy - had he fallen asleep? Gone into a coma? Then he'd open them and give a complete answer with the entire proof.
But I *hated* doing my PhD because I don't think like that. Basically the PhD had to have a couple of dozen original thoughts, to be accumulated over 3 sodding YEARS. I'd sit on the balcony of the top-floor flat staring into space, or lie in bed with my purring cat nestling inside the duvet up to my shoulder, and think. Fruitlessly, for an average 29 days out of 30, 6, 8, 9 hours a day. Then just occasionally some minor chink of light would dawn.
I dedicated the thesis to the cat. She's the only one who enjoyed the process, and the only living being other than my tutor and invigilator who came close to actually reading the bloody thing.
The PhD got me a job (in IT) and has periodically impressed people who aren't mathematicians. But it was in my view an unpleasant waste of time in every other respect. I'd have enjoyed a flowing research project - history, perhaps. But waiting for ideas? It sucks. Credit to SeanT for sticking with it.
I find moggies too relaxing for focussed thinking, 'though a nice break. Walking is my best choice.
Norman Tebbit and his wife suffered grievously, so he is fully entitled to his victim impact statement, and that should give one pause for thought. But one of the principles of Christianity (even the semi-Pagan variant known as Catholicism) is Redemption. Without Redemption we are all doomed (atheists excepted, obviously).
I've always agreed with every word Norman said. I've not changed my mind after this.
Well done for being the sort of chap that thinks that in anyone's life one should look at both sides of the ledger.
What is remarkable about disliking Simon? He's a rude, lazy, arrogant and extraordinarily stupid sycophant who has no discernible principles, no original ideas, no capacity for independent thought or critical evaluation, and who has successively failed as a journalist, politician, campaigner and most recently all the lot together. He is utterly unfit to run a village post office, never mind the West Midlands.
The suggestion that he should make the campaign about him rather than Jez to improve his chances is the equivalent of someone advising Khrushchev to play down his links to Stalin and instead big up his friendship with Yezhov to secure the post of General Secretary.
What is more remarkable in many ways is that there still people out there odd enough to actually rate this gurning fool. Frankly, it doesn't say much for the intellect of the average Labour member in the West Midlands that they preferred him to Bedser.
He may still win of course. But he is testing the theory of 'put up a donkey with a red rosette and they'll vote for it' far beyond the point of safety.
Yes, that's the sort of peculiar tirade that I had in mind. I know Simon slightly as a likeable backbench MP. interesting to chat to. There are lots of MPs, mayoral candidates, police commissioners and so on who are much less intelligent. No doubt he's made mistakes and said the odd silly thing, haven't we all. But either you loathe half of Parliament with irrational fury, or you've just got a funny obsession about him.
When young I had a pure mathematician for a room mate. He would take a long time, maybe days or weeks simply mulling things over, and then he'd sit down and produce a spotless solution/proof. A few years later, he supplied a massive proof of a generalisation of a speculation by the great C F Gauss, thereby becoming famous in the community of number theorists. He had been developing towards that result from early childhood. You had to more or less set a bomb off to wake him up in the morning to go to classes.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones. For me napping is a forte. I rise at 5am if not earlier.
When I did my PhD with Hugh Dowker, a leading light in point-set topology - he was just like that. Ask him a question and he'd close his eyes and think for some minutes. In the eary days I'd become uneasy - had he fallen asleep? Gone into a coma? Then he'd open them and give a complete answer with the entire proof.
But I *hated* doing my PhD because I don't think like that. Basically the PhD had to have a couple of dozen original thoughts, to be accumulated over 3 sodding YEARS. I'd sit on the balcony of the top-floor flat staring into space, or lie in bed with my purring cat nestling inside the duvet up to my shoulder, and think. Fruitlessly, for an average 29 days out of 30, 6, 8, 9 hours a day. Then just occasionally some minor chink of light would dawn.
I dedicated the thesis to the cat. She's the only one who enjoyed the process, and the only living being other than my tutor and invigilator who came close to actually reading the bloody thing.
The PhD got me a job (in IT) and has periodically impressed people who aren't mathematicians. But it was in my view an unpleasant waste of time in every other respect. I'd have enjoyed a flowing research project - history, perhaps. But waiting for ideas? It sucks. Credit to SeanT for sticking with it.
A young boss of mine used to come in every Wednesday morning sparking with ideas.
Why Wednesdays? He took the washing to the launderette on Tuesday evenings, and sitting there watching the washing go round & round helped him do blue-skies thinking.
Surely Boisedale's is the place for you all to celebrate A50 day. You can toast Brexit and the Union at the same time. I'll be in Shenzhen doing the hard yards for our broken country in meetings and trying to explain to the Chinese, again, why we are leaving the Single Market. Something about halal easter eggs and bendy bananas, I'll say.
Enjoy it!!
If the EU had an immigration policy as tough as China's there would never have been a Brexit
If the EU had an immigration policy... it would be criticised for interfering in the business of the nation state.
The only immigration policy it has had was to dictate to the nation state an open borders policy
Regular readers may remember a television genre I dubbed "Shit Brexit Telly", where some minutae of Britain is examined each week by a minor sleb, and usually terminates with "...our wonderful British countryside" whilst the drone pans overhead and the sleb quaffs cider whilst staring at a white cliff. Examples I knew of at the time was that stupid villages thing with Penelope Keith and that really stupid railway thing with Michael Portillo.
Problem is, examples are beginning to pile up. Leaving aside the ones about canals (yes really) and underground cables/pipelines (yes, really really), I now find to my horror there exists a program called 'Rivers with Jeremy Paxman'.
Oh. My. God.
There has to be some kind of Shit Brexit Telly Generator, along the lines of [subnational British characteristic] with [media twit/luvvie/ex-pol]. Things like:
Lakes with David Dimbleby Great British Mountains with Bear Grylls Our Beautiful National Parks with Felicity Kendal Dogs! Crufts finalists with Paul O'Grady Antennae with Peter Snow Wonderful Wonderful British Flowers with Miranda Hart
If you can think of more examples of Shit Brexit Telly, real-life or not, please make them known.
Regular readers may remember a television genre I dubbed "Shit Brexit Telly", where some minutae of Britain is examined each week by a minor sleb, and usually terminates with "...our wonderful British countryside" whilst the drone pans overhead and the sleb quaffs cider whilst staring at a white cliff. Examples I knew of at the time was that stupid villages thing with Penelope Keith and that really stupid railway thing with Michael Portillo.
Problem is, examples are beginning to pile up. Leaving aside the ones about canals (yes really) and underground cables/pipelines (yes, really really), I now find to my horror there exists a program called 'Rivers with Jeremy Paxman'.
Oh. My. God.
There has to be some kind of Shit Brexit Telly Generator, along the lines of [subnational British characteristic] with [media twit/luvvie/ex-pol]. Things like:
Lakes with David Dimbleby Great British Mountains with Bear Grylls Our Beautiful National Parks with Felicity Kendal Dogs! Crufts finalists with Paul O'Grady Antennae with Peter Snow Wonderful Wonderful British Flowers with Miranda Hart
If you can think of more examples of Shit Brexit Telly, real-life or not, please make them known.
Another Gorton thought: Who's Galloway going to get to canvass for him? Or will this be a strictly air war operation? And what was the case at Bradford West? I assume he had some form of Respect infrastructure for Bethnal Green & Bow.
I guess the difference in views is that McGuinness didn't try to murder John Kerry, unlike Lord and Lady Tebbit...
Tebbit's bitterness makes HMQ's magnanimity in recent years all the more remarkable though...
As a matter of public policy it is probably a good thing that we approve, on balance, of terrorists who genuinely renounce terrorism and embrace democracy. As to where McGuinness sits in the scales of morality, I am quite happy to leave forming an opinion on that to his maker.
Regular readers may remember a television genre I dubbed "Shit Brexit Telly", where some minutae of Britain is examined each week by a minor sleb, and usually terminates with "...our wonderful British countryside" whilst the drone pans overhead and the sleb quaffs cider whilst staring at a white cliff. Examples I knew of at the time was that stupid villages thing with Penelope Keith and that really stupid railway thing with Michael Portillo.
Problem is, examples are beginning to pile up. Leaving aside the ones about canals (yes really) and underground cables/pipelines (yes, really really), I now find to my horror there exists a program called 'Rivers with Jeremy Paxman'.
Oh. My. God.
There has to be some kind of Shit Brexit Telly Generator, along the lines of [subnational British characteristic] with [media twit/luvvie/ex-pol]. Things like:
Lakes with David Dimbleby Great British Mountains with Bear Grylls Our Beautiful National Parks with Felicity Kendal Dogs! Crufts finalists with Paul O'Grady Antennae with Peter Snow Wonderful Wonderful British Flowers with Miranda Hart
If you can think of more examples of Shit Brexit Telly, real-life or not, please make them known.
But one of the principles of Christianity (even the semi-Pagan variant known as Catholicism) is Redemption. Without Redemption we are all doomed (atheists excepted, obviously).
No redemption without confession of sins, sincere contrition and attempt to make restitution. And atheists don't go to heaven: good works and a sinless life are not enough, there must also be belief in God. This is why deathbed confessions and conversions are a *really* good idea.
Regular readers may remember a television genre I dubbed "Shit Brexit Telly", where some minutae of Britain is examined each week by a minor sleb, and usually terminates with "...our wonderful British countryside" whilst the drone pans overhead and the sleb quaffs cider whilst staring at a white cliff. Examples I knew of at the time was that stupid villages thing with Penelope Keith and that really stupid railway thing with Michael Portillo.
Problem is, examples are beginning to pile up. Leaving aside the ones about canals (yes really) and underground cables/pipelines (yes, really really), I now find to my horror there exists a program called 'Rivers with Jeremy Paxman'.
Oh. My. God.
There has to be some kind of Shit Brexit Telly Generator, along the lines of [subnational British characteristic] with [media twit/luvvie/ex-pol]. Things like:
Lakes with David Dimbleby Great British Mountains with Bear Grylls Our Beautiful National Parks with Felicity Kendal Dogs! Crufts finalists with Paul O'Grady Antennae with Peter Snow Wonderful Wonderful British Flowers with Miranda Hart
If you can think of more examples of Shit Brexit Telly, real-life or not, please make them known.
Great English canal journeys with Timothy West & Prunella Scales Northamptonshire on five bob a day with Nick Owen
Regular readers may remember a television genre I dubbed "Shit Brexit Telly", where some minutae of Britain is examined each week by a minor sleb, and usually terminates with "...our wonderful British countryside" whilst the drone pans overhead and the sleb quaffs cider whilst staring at a white cliff. Examples I knew of at the time was that stupid villages thing with Penelope Keith and that really stupid railway thing with Michael Portillo.
Problem is, examples are beginning to pile up. Leaving aside the ones about canals (yes really) and underground cables/pipelines (yes, really really), I now find to my horror there exists a program called 'Rivers with Jeremy Paxman'.
Oh. My. God.
There has to be some kind of Shit Brexit Telly Generator, along the lines of [subnational British characteristic] with [media twit/luvvie/ex-pol]. Things like:
Lakes with David Dimbleby Great British Mountains with Bear Grylls Our Beautiful National Parks with Felicity Kendal Dogs! Crufts finalists with Paul O'Grady Antennae with Peter Snow Wonderful Wonderful British Flowers with Miranda Hart
If you can think of more examples of Shit Brexit Telly, real-life or not, please make them known.
That's the kind of crap the BBC wants the law to require the homepage of streaming services to promote. The success of such services is of course nothing to do with such drivel being produced by broadcasters.
Norman Tebbit and his wife suffered grievously, so he is fully entitled to his victim impact statement, and that should give one pause for thought. But one of the principles of Christianity (even the semi-Pagan variant known as Catholicism) is Redemption. Without Redemption we are all doomed (atheists excepted, obviously).
I've always agreed with every word Norman said. I've not changed my mind after this.
Well done for being the sort of chap that thinks that in anyone's life one should look at both sides of the ledger.
Norm was a trade unionist you know. I agree with him that 'the other side of ledger' has benefits. And I fight with the Unions against our idiotic council. When it comes to McGuiness, though, he is a murdering c*nt and I hope he rots in hell.
Regular readers may remember a television genre I dubbed "Shit Brexit Telly", where some minutae of Britain is examined each week by a minor sleb, and usually terminates with "...our wonderful British countryside" whilst the drone pans overhead and the sleb quaffs cider whilst staring at a white cliff. Examples I knew of at the time was that stupid villages thing with Penelope Keith and that really stupid railway thing with Michael Portillo.
Problem is, examples are beginning to pile up. Leaving aside the ones about canals (yes really) and underground cables/pipelines (yes, really really), I now find to my horror there exists a program called 'Rivers with Jeremy Paxman'.
Oh. My. God.
There has to be some kind of Shit Brexit Telly Generator, along the lines of [subnational British characteristic] with [media twit/luvvie/ex-pol]. Things like:
Lakes with David Dimbleby Great British Mountains with Bear Grylls Our Beautiful National Parks with Felicity Kendal Dogs! Crufts finalists with Paul O'Grady Antennae with Peter Snow Wonderful Wonderful British Flowers with Miranda Hart
If you can think of more examples of Shit Brexit Telly, real-life or not, please make them known.
lol. Very good. Worthy of Viz
Fry's Frys: best vintage British confectionery made by Frys, with Stephen Fry
Fry's Fry's Fried: Stephen Fry visits chip shops nationwide that fry Cadbury's Creme Eggs (this is a real thing). The fryer explains to Fry each week what a chip is. Each program ends with Fry holding a portion of chips whilst staring into the sunset and sussurating "Britain, Britain, Britain..."
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https://youtu.be/S0DRch3YLh0
Andrew Marr gets it, of course. But he is far less pompous and almost certainly cleverer than you.
I'm fed up of your shit.
Citation needed.
Or that London doesn't have its own parliament.
(Yet)
Very, very sadly.
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Pound down - Bad.
Pound up - Bad.
But then I have always been a bit like that. I am not bipolar, but I regularly oscillate between achieving nothing and periods of enormous productivity.
https://twitter.com/EasterWatch/with_replies
It's collating all those numpties who think Cadbury's are ignoring the Christian roots of Easter and pandering by making Easter Eggs halal.
https://twitter.com/EasterWatch/with_replies
The story is here
http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/entry/cadburys-easter-egg-halal-twitter-christian_uk_58d105c9e4b00705db525f12
The suggestion that he should make the campaign about him rather than Jez to improve his chances is the equivalent of someone advising Khrushchev to play down his links to Stalin and instead big up his friendship with Yezhov to secure the post of General Secretary.
What is more remarkable in many ways is that there still people out there odd enough to actually rate this gurning fool. Frankly, it doesn't say much for the intellect of the average Labour member in the West Midlands that they preferred him to Bedser.
He may still win of course. But he is testing the theory of 'put up a donkey with a red rosette and they'll vote for it' far beyond the point of safety.
On a lower level, I often do my best planning on long walks, preferably alone & away from bloody cars. No headphones.
For me napping is a forte.
I rise at 5am if not earlier.
https://lovin.ie/counties/armagh/this-is-not-a-drill-a-buckfast-easter-egg-now-exists
We found the stupidest man in Wales and sent him to Birmingham to be Mayor.
The thing was, that those he tortured and murdered were very largely the die-hard holdouts in the IRA opposed to any kind of peace process.
At the time it was claimed that they were all informers for the Evul Brits. Now many of Marty's boon companions have their doubts.
https://twitter.com/sporf/status/844239787049598976
https://twitter.com/ReutersJamie/status/844152411820363777
https://www.facebook.com/johnkerry/posts/10154190356892294
Enjoy it!!
But I *hated* doing my PhD because I don't think like that. Basically the PhD had to have a couple of dozen original thoughts, to be accumulated over 3 sodding YEARS. I'd sit on the balcony of the top-floor flat staring into space, or lie in bed with my purring cat nestling inside the duvet up to my shoulder, and think. Fruitlessly, for an average 29 days out of 30, 6, 8, 9 hours a day. Then just occasionally some minor chink of light would dawn.
I dedicated the thesis to the cat. She's the only one who enjoyed the process, and the only living being other than my tutor and invigilator who came close to actually reading the bloody thing.
The PhD got me a job (in IT) and has periodically impressed people who aren't mathematicians. But it was in my view an unpleasant waste of time in every other respect. I'd have enjoyed a flowing research project - history, perhaps. But waiting for ideas? It sucks. Credit to SeanT for sticking with it.
https://twitter.com/FraserNelson/status/844244849733853184
Why Wednesdays? He took the washing to the launderette on Tuesday evenings, and sitting there watching the washing go round & round helped him do blue-skies thinking.
Good evening, everybody.
Problem is, examples are beginning to pile up. Leaving aside the ones about canals (yes really) and underground cables/pipelines (yes, really really), I now find to my horror there exists a program called 'Rivers with Jeremy Paxman'.
Oh. My. God.
There has to be some kind of Shit Brexit Telly Generator, along the lines of [subnational British characteristic] with [media twit/luvvie/ex-pol]. Things like:
Lakes with David Dimbleby
Great British Mountains with Bear Grylls
Our Beautiful National Parks with Felicity Kendal
Dogs! Crufts finalists with Paul O'Grady
Antennae with Peter Snow
Wonderful Wonderful British Flowers with Miranda Hart
If you can think of more examples of Shit Brexit Telly, real-life or not, please make them known.
Tebbit's bitterness makes HMQ's magnanimity in recent years all the more remarkable though...
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4121212/Back-delta-US-envoy-Kerry-meets-Viet-Cong-foe.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Messina_(political_staffer)
Northamptonshire on five bob a day with Nick Owen
https://twitter.com/LeedsNWLibDems/status/844315718795644928