THE PITILESS PERFECTION OF BINARY

I was in the West End recently with elder son Jake and wanted, for reasons too woven to explain, to verify the distance of the Sun from the Earth. I could have asked Siri this most simple of questions but as he is as dim as a box of squirrels I couldn't be arsed. Besides … Continue reading THE PITILESS PERFECTION OF BINARY

THE SUN, THE PENDULUM AND THE ATOM

What exactly is the fun part of getting old? When does it start? The fun. I keep hearing or reading about people who extol the depletion process. Celebrities often. Actors usually. They speak about finding themselves with age, about how they have reached a greater understanding of life, how they have learned to appreciate every … Continue reading THE SUN, THE PENDULUM AND THE ATOM

TO INFINITY AND BEYONCÉ

Just to make it absolutely clear before we start, I am not a scientist or a mathematician, just ask Mr Faben-Ward, my touchy-feely-days-of-yore maths tutor who was known to squeeze my thigh in excitement and exclaim ‘It’s not rocket science Richard, it’s the nine times table!’ Thereby confirming my 'not a scientist' admission and explaining … Continue reading TO INFINITY AND BEYONCÉ

INTERESTING AND THOUGHTFUL

‘I’ve been reading your thingama blog.’ Says my father. ‘Very interesting.’ I look up from fixing his iPad, having already closed at least a hundred web pages and deleted countless inadvertent selfies of his feet. I peer at him, over hated but strategically remembered glasses. Interesting word interesting. There is the interesting exhibit at the … Continue reading INTERESTING AND THOUGHTFUL

AND SO IS THIS CHRISTMAS?

Much is said about the nightmare of Christmas, about how commercialism has destroyed it, about how children see nothing but the next present, about the cabin fever of being locked away with recalcitrant relatives. According to an ever-so-slightly desperate media Christmas is little more than a sponsored binge before the diet season, when retailers conspire to … Continue reading AND SO IS THIS CHRISTMAS?

MY WHOLE IS OTHER THAN THE SIM OF MY PARTS

On Tuesday just gone my Volvo’s plip failed and I couldn’t get into the car. I was temporarily insensible, flummoxed, stabbing the lifeless plip at the door, peering helplessly in through the side windows with thoughts of vehicular infidelity. I deserved better, a vehicle that welcomed my approach, one that would let me in. I … Continue reading MY WHOLE IS OTHER THAN THE SIM OF MY PARTS