2016 — 5 November: Saturday
I thought I'd give Brian Matthew and his "Sounds of the Sixties" the day off for a change. Capturing the window of the music player running on the i5NUC and transferring it to Skylark has (usefully) revealed a couple of irritating glitches in my NFS setup (and/or access permissions) that still need to be ironed out at some point. The music1 is from over three decades ago, on one of my "Pinpoint" compilation CDs:
More tea, vicar? Don't mind if I do, thanks. On this sunny, frosty morning.
Christa's Saturday treat...
... in earlier times was an occasional copy of Frankfurter Allgemeine (as she was clutching here, for example, in the summer of 1974) ...
Christa arriving at the Old Windsor farmhouse flat, 1974
... so she could keep an eye on politics "back home". According to this "Spectator" blog, whose translation I will take in good faith, Frankfurter suggests our fragrant PM
"was wrong to try and place herself as the 'sole executioner of the people's will'. The paper also draws a wider lesson for world leaders from yesterday's High Court decision, saying it shows that referendums don't always solve the pressing political issues of the day."
Well, gosh, there's a surprise :-)
Personally, I thought it was hilarious that our equally-fragrant Daily Mail could suggest in an editorial that the late Lord Denning2 would have reached a "better" decision but that's probably just me and my crazy views. I liked the way their editorial kicked off, too:
To the great mass of the fair-minded public...
The Mail's precise demographic, without a doubt.
I'm a bit miffed...
... at my belated — and oblique — discovery of the existence of a slender (48-page) collection of Robert Conquest's limericks, as by "Jeff Chaucer". (Prices are outrageous.)
I'm betting...
... Albert the Great was also a bit miffed:
One of Albert's brothers in the Dominican Order went to visit him in his cell, knocked on the door, and was told to enter. When the friar went inside he saw that it was not Brother Albert who had answered his knock, but a strange, life-like android. Thinking that the creature must be some kind of demon, the monk promptly destroyed it, only to be scolded for his rashness by a weary and frustrated Albert, who explained that he had been able to create his robot because of a very rare planetary conjunction that happened only once every 30,000 years.
I've now read...
... in quite quick succession, both "Preacher" and "Lucifer". I had started buying these as much for Peter as for myself. He carried on the habit when he was up at York Uni. (Good taste, my son!) It will be fascinating to see what the TV version of "Lucifer" looks like — I found "Preacher" to be very well-executed. I shudder to think about the amount of sheer, hard graft that goes into the construction of these multi-layered books; most impressive.
I browsed the first book of this trilogy recently at Roger's and decided to go for the full house (as it were):
As long as it's better than Vogon poetry I should be OK.