Given my last post lacked somewhat for finesse, I guess I should try to explain a bit more clearly why I haven't written on here for a couple of months, and don't currently intend to again (though one says these things...). It is germane to what follows to issue the usual caveats, which should be taken as read throughout ( Read more... )

Reclusive Backer Saves Hobbit Films ( Read more... )

Right - this is a risky one...

This lengthy article about environmentalism, humanity and politics absolutely knocked me sideways. I think it's brilliant, both in conceit and execution, and I urge you to read it ( Read more... )

In an act of devotion to a series above and beyond the call of duty, I am currently watching the second Matrix film. About the only thing to be said for the second film is that it's much better than the third one ( Read more... )

Unlikely moments in sci-fi crossover:

"There is no spoon. There is only Zuul."

I just love this little site, which I found at an exhibition in Bexhill at the weekend. It's what a word-processor would really be like if designed for human beings. Click on the various buttons to see what I mean.

Writing this at half nine on a Sunday evening means it will probably go for nothing, but it's in my head, and kind of important.

I spent much of th eweekend in Rye, and specifically the Queens Head, and it was splendid. Given the folks involved, I expected no less, but it really is an excellent pub - good booze, good food, and good people ( Read more... )

Ah - I've realised the best way to get myself limbered up for a long night of eection-watching.

"This is Vincent Hanna, coming to you live from Dunny-on-the-Wold..."

Just a quick plug:

If you have the good fortune to find yourself in the West Highlands, anywhere near Fort William, and have the means, I recommend eating (and staying) at the Princes House Hotel, Glenfinnan. I hope it would not be out of place to say that the meal we had there last week was splendid, and that the hotel staff were wonderful to us ( Read more... )

A really good sunset isn't a moment in time - it's an unfolding of splendour. The light changes all the time, touching the clouds, setting the horizon aflame. Imagined lands and possibilities live briefly in the sky, then pass back into the shadows. Very rarely - at Land's End, atop the fortressin Arezzo, up the road above Harlech bay - I've seen ( Read more... )