Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Crack, crunch!

The Gypsy has just told me that, during heavy winds yesterday, a tree has fallen onto the pub where our band is based. See here.

PCSO Orham Yigit outside the George Pub, Cleckheaton after a tree fell into it
Photo credit: The Spenborough Guardian.


Looking at the photo that window is in the main concert room, next to the stage and on my side too! Thank goodness it was in the morning and not when there was a 'do' going on. No one was hurt but it makes you think. We used to rehearse in that room and leave the gear set up unless there was another function coming up. Recently the owners have let use use a back room, which is much more cozy for practice than an empty hall, and all our gear was in there. I guess I'll see the damage when I go down tomorrow afternoon.

Note: The band's website is taking shape (thanks 'Techno'), just waiting for a bunch of new photos (thanks Neil) and hopefully a couple of tracks for download. Soon... Grow into these trousers... >>

Friday, 14 January 2011

Busy doing nothing...

Not true...


I've actually written some code over the past couple of days. The band now has a domain and we'll be launching a website real soon now. I am no graphic artist, I'm much more happy to work on back end stuff with server scripts and databases, and I got a PHP/MySQL database running online today. I am over the moon!

Stay tuned for more. Grow into these trousers... >>

Saturday, 8 January 2011

Here's to a great 2011

I'm still here folks. This winter has been a bad one for me health wise, and for most of my close friends. The flu has been knocking us out one by one. The unexplained thing is that it seems to make no difference if you had the seasonal vaccine or not; you still get it. Some rogue strain that the vaccine manufacturers didn't anticipate? Perhaps but whatever, for the first time in about three weeks I feel almost back to normal; well enough to make one in for a bit of a jam session tomorrow afternoon in a local pub. I'll see if I can take the pace. Next up for the band is The Fleece Inn at Elland (28th Jan) which I remember from years ago as a top real-ale pub, though I haven't visited for a long time. I hope it has kept it's traditions.

Playing bass is one thing I want to keep involved with this year, it's such good fun and the band is really starting to gel. Live gigs are the best rehearsal of all so I hope we'll be playing every fortnight at least, by Springtime. But my other big fascination, as many people will know, is with space exploration and 2011 looks set to be a good year.

It all starts tomorrow with the Mars Express spacecraft's close (111 km) flyby of the Martian moon Phobos. This is one of a series of encounters to study and map this small moon and will provide invaluable data for the upcoming Russian Phobos Grunt mission which intends to land on Phobos and return samples to Earth. Phobos Grunt is currently set to launch this November and reach Phobos in 2013.

February sees the Stardust/NExT flyby of comet Tempel 1. This should be interesting as the comet was visited in 2005 by Deep Impact which, as the name suggests, launched an impactor to stir up the comet's surface. NExT will re-examine the crater to look for any changes over the last few years.

Next up is the MESSENGER spacecraft (The Mercury Surface, Space Environment, Geochemistry and Ranging mission) which will enter orbit around Mercury on 18 March with a (Earth) year-long primary mission of mapping the surface (in 3-D) and studying the planet's magnetic and gravity fields. Expect some great images, though I am amazed they can can keep the craft cool enough so close to the Sun.

In August the Dawn spacecraft arrives at asteroid Vesta, the second largest object in the asteroid belt after Ceres which Dawn will move on to study in 2015. Dawn will spend 7 months orbiting Vesta recording images and spectrographic data.

Not last, and far from least, sometime in autumn may see the launch of the most ambitious project ever sent to Mars. The Mars Science Laboratory (MSL) is a rover the size of a small car (2.8 meters long) and packed with scientific instruments. Follow the link to see the 8-point mission objectives which include everything from looking for signs of life to determining the processes of water and carbon dioxide cycling (in other words, Martian weather).

OK, the MSL was the last for now, I'm running out of steam and a bottle of Black Sheep Ale keeps singing to me from the fridge. 2011 looks good so far, later in the year I want to be back out in my vegetable plot and greenhouse growing tasty things to eat and I also plan to make some homebrew beer, an old hobby which I have neglected in recent years.

So cheers all! May the coming year be at least as fun for you as I hope it will be for me. Grow into these trousers... >>

Monday, 20 December 2010

This is becoming a habit!

I missed another Sunday post. We were playing again but I had forgotten it was another early start. Sitting with a steaming mug of coffee just after lunch, and expecting to have ample time, I thought I would ring the guys to see what the plan of action was.

"We've just finished loading the van mate. Pick you up in about 10 minutes."

I really must get better organised. Failing that, here's a little tune to put us in the Christmas spirit:

slade - merry christmas everybody


All have to do now is learn it for Wednesday night. Have fun! Grow into these trousers... >>

Monday, 13 December 2010

Oops - missed Sunday

Well, not really. We were playing at a charity fundraiser in aid of motor neurone disease, the whole day rocked and I stayed much longer than I had planned to. Many thanks to the bands who gave their time, notably The Travelin' Band, Area 67, Mark James and everyone else who made it a day to remember. Grow into these trousers... >>

Thursday, 9 September 2010

What I did last summer

Hello everyone! I know I haven't been posting much recently but it's been an enjoyable summer and the band is starting to get back on track again so I hope I am excused my holiday.

Here are some video clips of us from last weekend at our own CleckFest bash when we opened the night for The Voos and The Syndicates. Hats off to Steve, our front man, for putting together yet another great weekend of local music. Without him these events would be hard to get off the ground. I'm sure that more video from the three nights will appear on YouTube etc, but I'm buggered if I'm editing it. It took me 2 days to pick these bits out of our set, anyone know how to adjust aspect ratios?

And for Jackie and Karen; I hope this gives you an idea what I am up to, you didn't miss too much :)

We are ABandinurHead, we just do covers right now, and we opened like this...

The Alex Harvey Band - Framed
(And if you are wondering, Steve came on with a stocking over his head)


David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust


George Thorogood - If You Don't Start Drinking


The Animals - House of the Rising Sun


Bad Company - Can't Get Enough Of Your Love


And we finished like this...
Rolling Stones - Jumpin' Jack Flash


:) Grow into these trousers... >>

Friday, 4 June 2010

On wrens and bumblebees

I've been watching a wren in the garden for the last few weeks. The little fellow bobs in and out of a knothole in the eaves of my roof where he will have started to build a nest. The nest will only be finished if he can attract a female. Then they will line the nest and endeavour to raise youngsters

I've heard his rattling song regularly but I have never seen a partner. Until yesterday evening.

In the late afternoon I sat down to watch a bumble bee nest I'd noticed a few days ago. A gap between some paving stones in a path must lead to a safe and secure underground hive. I had seen them going in and out all day long but then I saw something different. One stared digging in and under a pile of dead leaves and weeds I had raked up just inches from the nest. Then there were two bees, scrimmaging about. After a few minutes they flew off. Then others came out and did the same, as the evening came on, one piece of a brown dead leaf was dragged to the nest hole. It was too big and too stiff to pull in, but much effort went into that failure. Sometimes the leaf covered the hive entrance and returning bees were disoriented and had to push a way past. It did go into the nest though, they chewed it up! As the Sun set, it was gone.

All this time my wren had been singing and flitting about. Then suddenly his song became broken up and staccato and then there were two wrens. He sang like crazy and there was no mistaking the prominent posturing and silent indifference the other wren took. He puffed out his chest and wagged his tail and bobbed and sang loud. She sat on a twig and disinterestedly picked a few aphids off a leaf. Then they zoomed off, both together, then he came back and began his rattling song. She reappeared and his song became broken up again. They dived and chased among the trees over and over.

Suddenly Then there was another rattle over the rooftop, another male wren... My guy went crazy! A bombardment of song began, and a chase for the most prominent perch. As I watched all three, the two males shouted at each other from as far apart as possible and she went off to the loo or something, like women do, but then I spotted her again; watching. The intruder relented and then there was just one song as two wrens cavorted around nearby trees and bushes. They even promenaded together along a fence, no more than a foot apart.

Today there are two wrens in my garden. He sings and she is taking bits of moss or fluffy stuff into the nest hole.

Everyone say Ahhh! Grow into these trousers... >>

Sunday, 30 May 2010

Thoughts on gardening

After a not bothering much for a few years, my old love of gardening has surfaced again and, since retirement, I now have the time. I won’t be too ambitious this year though, I want to get things cleared out and tamed for next; that’s when the fun starts. Question is what to grow?

Years ago I used to like big garish ornamentals like dahlias and gladioli but they don’t excite me any more, and you can’t eat them. Gradually I began to grow more and more veg until one year I was so sick of courgettes and runner beans I never want to see either again!

It’s not a very big garden but it’s enough for a small greenhouse, five plots of about 1 by 6 or 7m, a couple of smaller 2m plots, a little pond (which needs dredging) and a patio to enjoy it from. There are a couple of trees against the back fence with a buddleia, a blackcurrant bush and a honeysuckle underplanted with cyclamen, grape hyacinth, crocus and suchlike (I will be careful here till I work out what’s what).

At the moment I’m still clearing out grass and nettles but I have one plot planted with onions (looking good) and I hope to have another ready this week for French beans (I have lots of seedlings in pots in the greenhouse alongside the tomatoes and peppers). After that, planting slows down a bit this year. I want some herbs: thyme, sage, basil, oregano etc, I’ve got some mint and will plant garlic later on, but I’m really planning for next year.

Potatoes, carrots and parsnips are on the menu, and some broccoli. Strawberries and raspberries sure, but what else? I don’t just want to grow vegetables but flowers have to earn their place. I’ll throw in some nasturtiums and pot marigolds, because the yellow petals stand out in a salad, and borage, because the little blue flowers look so cool frozen in ice cubes in a summer drink, but then I’m running out of ideas.

I’m in an adventurous mood, I’ve even thought about having an asparagus bed.

Has anyone got any ideas for unusual, unexpected, tasty and productive fruit, veg or flowers? I would love some suggestions. Grow into these trousers... >>

Saturday, 29 May 2010

Blogoversary!

2 years, 876 posts, about 42,000 visits from 20,000 different people. Over 140,000 page views - Wow, that's almost 200 views per day on average.

Where does everyone come from? Mainly the US (17,744 visits) and the UK (11,376), then surprisingly Pakistan (1,526) followed by Canada (1,351) and India (916). Close behind are New Zealand, Germany, Australia, the Netherlands, Spain and South Africa, with substantial numbers (over 200 visits) from Sweden, Malaysia, the Philippines, Tunisia, Brazil, Argentina, Romania and Singapore.

133 different countries in total - I welcome you all and can't express my thanks enough.

I still have a lot of work to do for world domination though. The notable gaps are: Botswana, Chad, Ethiopia, Libya, Madagascar, Mali, Mauritania, Zambia, and Zimbabwe in Africa. Afghanistan, Syria, Turkmenistan and Yemen in the Middle East. Burma and North Korea in Asia. Guyana, French Guiana and Surinam in South America. Papua New Guinea in Oceania and Greenland.

The top 5 posts?
Of course the homepage is top with 91,700 hits but I would never have predicted the rest:

1) Red Dwarf: Series 3 -Episode 1 (1,420 views - now pulled by YouTube)
2) Why do some people never think things through? (1,230)
3) Clement Freud dies at 84 (1,181)
4) Another version of Sundance (1,080 - pulled)
5) Red Dwarf: Series 5 -Episode 1 (981 - pulled)

Damn the entertainment police, but at least I still have my theme tune.

Madness - Baggy Trousers


Does all this make me a Bottom Dwelling Blogger? If so I'm among the best of great company and proud to be a part of this community.

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Stats from Google Analytics. Grow into these trousers... >>

Sunday, 9 May 2010

Before the Internet !?!

Fresh back from holiday, Dave HAMBO Hambidge asked “What did we do before the internet explosion?


Well Dave, I played ‘Space Invaders’. Click the image if you really want a game now.






Then, a few years later, there was Elite which had groundbreaking 3D graphics. We found 3 people were optimal to play Elite. One pilot, one gunner and the other taking a break before the next shift rotation. And so we would play for 12 or 18 hours (or more sometimes) all one game. Click the image for a download (crappy colour version though).

And there were these things called books which I understand are still popular.

Medieval helpdesk with English subtitles
Grow into these trousers... >>

Thursday, 6 May 2010

See this post? Live in the UK?

So fuck off up/down/across the road and vote. I'm putting my coat on and going now (well actually I fancy a bacon sandwich from the cafe on the way back).

It's 8 o-clock in the morning... Arghhh! Since I retired I usually sleep till 10, or 9 at least, but now I'm on my second coffee already. I must get moving --- I'm in gardening frenzy! I was potting up some tomatoes t'other day and 3 of them had flower buds already. My (tiny) greenhouse is nowhere near ready, I've a sack of horse manure to dig in yet. And the bathroom overflow is dripping. And I still have to weed-kill the drive...

I've got it sorted now:
Vote bacon, manure bathroom, kill greenhouse. Grow into these trousers... >>

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Showers and flowers

Jill poses another of her monthly challenges so I am happy to try.Showers and flowers, well I could say it's due to the Earth's tilt and gyroscopes and chaos theory in weather and where you live in the world, but I won't. I will do this...

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It is at this time, when winter loses its grip and the slowly increasing warmth from the Sun releases moisture to the soil. Somewhere is a niche at a woodland edge or in the shade of nothing but trunk and bare branch. There, beneath the soil, rest fortunes for the future.

There is but little time. Soon the canopy above will burst forth in green, greedily stealing the life giving rays of the Sun. Here it comes, a poke of green, sucking in energy. Bursting with one desire. Reproduce.

Stored within itself, as it hid under the snow, there are now few rations left, but enough to try.

A point of beauty claims the sky and shouts to the entire world...

Love me. Grow into these trousers... >>

Friday, 2 April 2010

Can you see what it is yet?

It seems we will be getting a new landmark structure in London, the ArcelorMittal Orbit. According to the BBC this will be a "monument to mark the London 2012 Olympic Games", but what is it?

Much as I like artistic work there are times I have to wonder at the expense. The proposed cost, £19 million, is trivial these days but would easily pay the (government policy induced) debts of a couple of hospitals, or universities, or many, many small schools.

So other than go "Ooh, Ahh" what will people do there? Will they think about the historical London and why the city came to be? How this teeming metropolis became one of the nerve centres of the world? Why it is, from the north, we still go 'up' to London? Or will it be "Ooh, I used to live over there", or "Ahh, that's where our hotel is"? I suspect too much of the latter.

"It will enhance tourism" many may say, but how many hot-dog stalls can it sustain? I notice the plaza is depicted as full of people, but has no indication of markets or craft fairs or side-shows; something that would put money in the local pocket and be better than Fagin and his gang. Otherwise any turnstile revenue will evaporate into the corporate aether and be of scant benefit to anyone but a very small minority.

I don't see any use to this structure. More than that I feel if we don’t stop wasting what people are good at, and I am thinking engineers and architects here, then too much pointless fancy like this will impoverish our world, rather than enrich it. Grow into these trousers... >>

Thursday, 1 April 2010

I just came home from Jerry's funeral

And it was quite a moving experience. This was the second completely non-religious funeral I have been to. No hymns, no prayers, but music and poetry. It was a recantation of his life with a quiet time for remembrance, or for personal prayer for those who wanted to. Then off to the pub where Jerry had already paid on a two-pin (= a firkin, or 8 gallons) of Excelsior for his wake; so perhaps, now I am back home, I am not just sad but drunk but maudling...

There were many old faces present, some I will be keeping i touch with, but I spent much of the time talking with Jerry's granddaughter, who I've known since she was a precocious tweenager. She was always the smart one though, with just the right quip, snub or put down line. Now, with a degree in 'psychology and criminology' or something like that, she is everyone's equal. Love her to bits, and she seems to have got herself a nice boyfriend too.

A good day, but a sad day. I leave you with this song from The Incredible String Band. Jerry's daughter found this track on his iPlayer among the last things he listened to, and she played it at the funeral.

Incredible String Band ~ October Song
Grow into these trousers... >>

Thursday, 25 March 2010

RIP mate

I just learned that one of my best friends has died. He fell ill at the beginning of the year and was diagnosed with an aggressive lymphoma. He lost the battle today.

We met in a pub, where else, and found we had a similar sense of humour, tastes in music, a love of good conversation and a fondness for quality beer.

He ran an electronics repair shop and, in the 15 years I knew him, he taught me more about how CRT televisions and monitors work than anyone really needs to know.

He was one of the rocks I beat my heart out upon when my marriage broke up.

I'll have a couple of pints of Ossett Brewery's Excelsior in your honour.
Cheers Jerry. Grow into these trousers... >>

Saturday, 20 March 2010

Colours, files and compression

I was commenting the other day at Elemental, my dear about Just Jill's photographs and I wondered what file formats Jill used when editing her fine images.

I humbly realised that many people won't know about file formats, compression, or even colour so I thought I'd do a serious post for a change.

I am no photography expert by any means, but I've done enough image processing to know it's a potential minefield.

I worked for a time using extremely low level fluorescence microscopy with a camera cooled by liquid nitrogen to minimise thermal effects. I was shut in the dark, in a tiny black painted room with a double door 'airlock' to keep out all stray light, and I sat there for hours listening to the radio, taking maybe 15 min exposures when all I could see was a faint, red glow from the laser illuminating the sample. Later I'd try to pick out the faintest of faint detail in the images. It became a skill, but limited to that type of image. However I had to know what the information in the image meant, in computer terms, so I could manipulate it without losing anything or, even worse, introducing an artefact that was not there in the original data.

This brings me to colour depth and file formats. Not all file formats are the same, some are 'lossy' meaning they really do lose data when you save your image. When you open the file again it 'recreates' the original as best as it can, but it is not the same. JPEG is the prime example and a good analogy is with mp3 audio files. Mp3 tricks the ear by removing things the brain won't miss using a psychoacoustic model. JPEG tricks the eye with strange, Fourier transform-like mathematics, which is very efficient in saving space but rarely unfolds back to an exact copy. I'll show examples of this later and, because you have a computer, I bet you've seen these artefacts before.

For these examples I'm using an old, free version of Paint Shop Pro, because it's basic, simple, it works and I like it, and I'm using 24 bit colour. Now, what does that mean? Think of the three primary colours red, green and blue (RGB), all bright and saturated. Now mix them together remembering this is coloured light, NOT paint. You can make yellow, cyan, magenta and white. You can make black too, just turn the lights off.

24 bit colour assigns 8 bits to each primary colour, and in binary 28 = 256. This gives 256 brightness levels to each colour with zero being off/none/black and 255 being saturated. Think R,G,B (a triplet of numbers separated by commas) then bright red = 255,0,0. Similarly green = 0,255,0 and blue = 0,0,255. Black is 0,0,0.

Red + green gives yellow = 255,255,0 and I can make any darker yellow by mixing lower, but equal amounts, of red and green, this is 200, 200,0.

How to get a paler yellow? Well, 255,255,255 = white so you have to add some blue. The background colour on this page is 255,255,238.

When red=green=blue you get a grey. This = 200,200,200. Note there can only be 256 greys in a greyscale image including black and white.

How many colours in total?
256 x 256 x 256 = 28 x 28 x 28 = 224 = 16,777,216

And that is what we get unless you spend a lot of money on a dedicated Macintosh or Silicon Graphics workstation, then you can get to 30 bit colour which gives 210 (1024) shades to each primary colour for a total of more than a billion colours. I doubt the human eye can discriminate so finely but scientific data is different. If you see it advertised as 32 bit colour it's bullshit, it will be 24 or 30 bit with layers and transparency.

So how do we save over 16 million colours in a file? Think of a tiny 100 by 100 pixel image; that's 10,000 pixels, every one with 8 bits of data each for red, green and blue. 8 bits = 1 byte so it takes 3 bytes per pixel to store the colour data, or 30 kilobytes for the file. Then there will be some identification tag so the system knows WTF the file is, and basic stuff like height and width. I just saved a 100x100 px pure white image in different formats and Windows reports the file sizes to be:

Windows bitmap (*.bmp) = 29.3 KB
About what I predicted if you strictly save all 24 bits of data.

JPEG (*.jpg) = 823 bytes
Quite a saving! Plus it displays perfectly, not a blemish. This is not always the case with JPEGs though as I will show.

PNG (*.png) = 289 bytes
The compression of PNG can be amazing. In this case it will just record the fact that "everything's white" and that's all you need. PNG will however faithfully recreate the correct 24 bit RGB colour data for every pixel. The payback is that the file sizes soon exceed JPEG for complicated images.

TIFF (*.tif=1.31 KB) and TARGA (*.tga=418 bytes) both have good compression and again will keep full 24 bit colour.

GIF (*.gif) only has 256 colours in a defined pallet and you can't mix them. It's not a fair comparison (so I won't), but GIF is good for greyscale because there are only 256 shades of grey you can display (8 bits). Having said that, be careful with converting to GIF from 24 bits as there are many ways to interpret the darkness or shade of a colour. GIF is good for drawings, cartoons, charts etc which have a strictly limited number of colours. GIF also supports simple, frame to frame, animations and was the internet favourite before the full colour Flash.

To continue I'll concentrate on PNG and JEPG because both are 24 bit and fully internet supported. I'll show the differences by doing three edits of an image and I have chosen the colours deliberately because I know it will f**k up JPEG. The same will be happening in any image you repeatedly edit, you just may not be able to visually discriminate it.

I started a new image and made a smooth colour gradient from red (255,0,0) to blue (0,0,255) and then drew a green (0,255,0) line. Then I saved it as a PNG (left). The same colour data was still on the screen so I saved a copy as JPEG (right), just using the default settings. Then I closed my original image and opened the two new ones. Here they are!








Look carefully at the JPEG image on the right. There are clearly colour distortions. If you don't believe me, save them both and blow them up yourself (or, if you use Firefox, then right click on an image, hold down the Ctrl key and left click 'View Image', on the new tab hold down Ctrl again and spin the mousewheel to zoom).

My three edits will only add three words of white text to each image. Nothing fancy, and with no antialias so the edges of the text should be blocky and sharp. The PNG I will save as PNG, the JPEG I'll save as JPEG. Each time I add text I will save the file, close it and reopen it for the next edit.

First edit







If you can't see the distortions of the JPEG by now get a better monitor or spectacles.

Second edit







Third edit







And all I did was open-edit-save-close, open-edit-save-close... Look at the white text in the final JPEG, its not all white! But it's roughly acceptable to the eye for a blog post. This happens subtly to all colour boundaries in JPEG so it's not good for photography; you need to preserve exactly what you have on the screen when you save and JPEG will not do that. If this were an mp3 you would be moaning about scratchy, poppy distorted sound, but our eyes are more forgiving. Beware!

I know most digital cameras spit out JPEGs, and this is to conserve memory, but you may have an option for some kind of 'raw' format which, though it will absorb all the camera's memory in just a few shots, will give a bitmap (*.bmp) in some way. Save and edit that and then, finally, make your masterpiece into a cheap and nasty JPEG for the punters.

If you have to start with a JPEG then save a copy as PNG and work with that. Do the edits, and the last thing is to save a final copy as a JPEG again. Look at the file sizes though, the tradeoff between quality and file size may sometimes make PNG the better file to post.

I hope some of this makes sense. I've been up all night, the birds are singing outside, it's been raining and one of my cats just came in soaking wet. She jumped on my lap and gave a shake of drips everywhere. Thank you Titch but the mackerel for breakfast is mine. Goodnight/day to all :) Grow into these trousers... >>

Monday, 15 March 2010

Ah, memories

After posting about tumblers and jugglers the other day I found this video and went "Ooh ooh - I know there".

Unicycling Down 50 Stairs - University of Leeds [0:31]


See the wiggly bench at the start? I often used to sit around there for a coffee and a smoke. The Faculty of Biology, where I worked for years, is off picture to the right. The skateboard park is just up the road at Hyde Park (that's Hyde Park in Leeds, not London) and other shots are round about the Student Union.

The yellow staircase I know well, Maths is to the left, Physics and the Computing Service to the right. The main library is at the top and then the university's main entrance. I have walked up and down there many times. Often to nip over the road and get a sandwich for lunch, but once to meet a certain NobblySan!

Here's more of the unicycle guy, similar places but some shots near the infirmary.

UNICYCLING IN LEEDS [1:25]
Grow into these trousers... >>

Friday, 12 March 2010

Elemental Challenge

"March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb"

Just Jill challenges her readers to capture that well known phrase in photography, words or drawings. I choose words because, for some reason, it reminds me of buying my first house.

I moved out of my parents' when I was 26, that was in autumn 1981. A bit old some may say but, with a proper job 9 to 5 and playing in a band 5 or 6 nights a week, I was hardly ever there anyway. When the band split up, tensions at home rose and I realised the need for more independence than bed, floor or caravan so I went shopping for a house... Then I looked for something within my means to pay the mortgage. There were a few cheap terrace houses in the nearby towns but then a local property came on the market and it was like the Ideal Home Exhibition to me. A quirky little run down thro-terrace. One room, a kitchen extension stuck on the back but open to the room, 2 bedrooms, bathroom, an attic and a cellar! Plus it was just doors away from my childhood. See top arrow...


The bottom arrow is where I lived till I was about 9 or so. That was a rambling, detached house with lots of rooms and dusty attics and spooky cellars. Oddly, I can't remember who had 'my' house when I was a kid, but my neighbours on either side had been there since the ark. I came home.

This curious 'V' shaped block of houses points almost due North and, by the angles, none of the rooms were square as I found out when I tried to fit carpets or ceiling tiles :) The house faces NNE and that seemed to become important!

It was a cold and drafty first winter in my new house, but March brought a glimmer of spring. Then it rained and the wind howled on and off for days, battering the house till I thought the roof would blow away. That's the humble me, underestimating the skills of the builder... but the March lion was here.

There must have been some tiny gap in the lead flashing over my small bay window and one day the wind and rain conspired to find the exact angle of attack. I came home from work in the driving rain to find half the room awash. Pot plants* on the windowsill were drenched, carpet soaked. I ran for buckets and pans to stem the drips, and shifted maybe 5 gallons of water from the windowsill over the next few hours. The deluge subsided as the wind shifted, and that was it. It didn't happen again. Over the next days I remained ready with bailing vessels but, not a drip. So, as a hard up new home owner, I diligently ignored this as a freak occurrence.

Did March go out like a lamb? Yes it did, no more floods anyway, and the next year brought me a new freedom. Because money was tight, and I didn't have the earnings and nights out from being in a band, I began to read again - like I used to when I was 10 years younger and before I discovered sex'n'drugs'n'rock'n'roll - but with a renewed vigour. A quiet studiousness descended.

I already had a computer, a UK101 with 4K RAM (YES! FOUR KAY! I later upgraded to 8 and added a tape modulator so I could actually save things. It plugged into the telly), I'd assembled it with a soldering iron as a kit project whilst still at Mum and Dad's, but now I learned how to program. First in BASIC, then in 6502 machine code. I soaked it up like a sponge.

The next winter was even colder, but a mile of draught excluder tape and heavy curtains across the kitchen hatch kept out the worst. Two cats, thick rugs and subdued lighting made it cosy. Huge campaigns of Dungeons and Dragons were played out on that floor between myself and some good friends. We pushed back the furniture and, on a 4 foot square sheet of glass with graph paper underneath, felt tip pens, painted models and many different shaped dice, we had countless hours of entertainment.

Winter turned... Snow and frost became rain and wind. March roared in on cue, and bugger me if it didn't rain in again! Through the same window, and just on one damn single day when the wind blew the rain at exactly at the right angle. Having forgotten the previous March, one afternoon I was again frantic for pots and pans. But, like the year before, it was a short lived growl. I learned the lesson though. In the third year I had buckets ready (two days of drips, if memory serves), by the fourth I had moved across the village to where I live now. I never repaired the leaky bit, it counted the years for me and it was too much fun!

After all 'The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway' maybe, but not me.


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Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Love is... ?

In celebration of the upcoming festivities on St Valentine's day, Just Jill at Elemental my dear has asked, nay challenged, her readers to post their own descriptions of that deep emotion so close to all our hearts, love.

To me, it's much more than flowers, chocolates and romance...

Love is - fetching a pillow to rest her head as she lies on a rug in the warmth of a blazing fire.

True love is - also bringing a bowl for her to throw up into. Grow into these trousers... >>

Thursday, 28 January 2010

Thoughts on anonymity

Blogospheratician Delicate Flower has posted an interesting question. Go read Change is in the air.

I cannot answer this conundrum of privacy vs professional exposure. I can only tell my own story…

Coming out, so to speak, as your real self online must be your own decision. I know this and you all should know it too; it is potentially dangerous. Young people take note - what is online about you now will probably remain there, somewhere, for the rest of your life and beyond. In the olden days it may just have been a newspaper report in the local rag that no one but a historian in a library archive would ever see again. Now we have Google.

I debated with myself for a long time before I set up Trousers and the blog name itself I chose as an expression of my learning process. I have been around the internet since before there was one. When I first got an email address I only knew two other people online and we were all in the same Department. It was quicker to wait till coffee break and talk to them in person.

Times changed though; newsgroups and forums (fora?) became my home for many years under a range of pseudonyms. Though what I posted under an alias was always really as myself, my own thoughts and feelings and doings. Of course I got hammered and flamed but I never assumed different personalities with the different names; I doubt I am capable of such a thing, it's hard enough just being me.

So what changed? Strangely I think the main reason was Facebook. I'd been following various blogs for ages when a family member enticed me to start a Facebook account, which I did in my own name. Very soon I began posting 'notes' or whatever in a bloggy sort of way and quickly realised that Facebook is not a medium for that kind of expression (not to me anyway). I had to move on, Trousers was born and I wanted to continue being me. I was/am prepared (by experience, I hope) for any backlash, I am sometimes very outspoken about religion for example, but so far the worst I get is Japanese porn site spam. Trousers could have evolved very differently given a different response.

Interweaved with the above is another reason for my non-anonymity. I'm getting older and I'm happy being me. Oh I've just as many failings as anyone else, more perhaps or it often feels that way, but I have come this far and there are things I have learned which I would like to share with others. Where I have my name on a scientific publication I am proud of it, I was there, I helped do that work over months or years sometimes. That was me! Anonymity was unthinkable. Similarly, when I post video clips nowadays, that's what I have been watching. When I am outspoken, that's me, it's what I think. I hope I'm strong enough for my own honesty, if not I will learn. I don't deliberately aim to be provocative (er, well, maybe sometimes) but if someone disagrees that's fine, let's discuss the point and maybe we can both learn something new.

The final reason is that we should be able to be ourselves, in all circumstances, should we wish it. If ever a Big Brother scenario comes to be it will surely involve our own compliance at some level. It may loom over all our shoulders sometimes, so turn around and beat it over the head with your keyboard. You need not be anonymous...

Stand up, speak out, be yourself - when you want to or need to.
Be Excellent to each other! - all the time. Grow into these trousers... >>