modern life is streamin'

Twitter seemed to be at a loose end yesterday when it had all the tweets about Paul McCartney headlining Glastonbury. The Shiny-shiny babblers saying bad things.

I don't get it.

There's a load of music that wouldn't have been made without The Beatles. We've seen the film, "Yesterday" and some of the other landmarks that were missing because "no Beatles" automatically deletes various other downstream cultural references.

I expect Paul has an eye on a Beatles 2.0 reboot.

Then there's that resurfaced Terry O'Neill interview from 2016 where he talks about photographing the Stones carrying their stuff to a practice at the Donmar Warehouse.

Terry alluded to there being less 'real music scene' shots in recent years. Similarly with the artwork. I noticed the Instagrammers have been busy shallowly re-imagining some well known albums.

Paul McCartney and Peter Blake designed the concept for Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band subsequently filmed by Micheal Cooper's assistant Nigel Hartnup. The gang's all there in the alternative take, which was a full on performance.

Jann Haworth, Mohammed (Robert Fraser’s driver), Peter Blake, Andy Boulton (junior assistant), Trevor Sutton (assistant), Nigel Hartnup (leaning on the drum), Mme Tussauds worker, Michael Cooper, Mal Evans.
Someone else doing a 21st Century take on it somehow shoots wide of the mark. They can't even position the band brand correctly. The Beales? Bea-Les? They must really resent them.

There's an irony in the same publishers showing a piece about branding.


It's the same with Nirvana's vacuously reimagined album cover.

It somehow misses the point, doesn't it? Shoving an iPhone into the deconstructed picture? Is that all you've got? A few more album remix attempts are similarly flawed. The fragmented lego banana of the famous Velvet Underground cover is a particular disaster - Yeah, I get it, Factory. Maybe derisory?

Perhaps Blur's album shoot nailed it?

Although, come to think of it, Blur went for an alternative 126mph cover. That was a Nigel, too. Sir Nigel Gresley.

Like Lyra, I think one needs to stay aware of the parallel.

tactical

Well, I've decided. I looked at the choices on offer but it's a bimodal distribution.

My old MP looked realistic sitting in his green leather armchair, although just a little too comfortable. He did eventually answer my second letter, although I think my content must have got mixed up because the reply was something harmless about supporting the Queen's Speech. And that was after I'd carefully laid out my points, numbered in a proper Civil Service format. You'd think, with the £140,000 he pays for office staff, that he'd get things a bit better organised?
So I have to choose between the blatant lies from Boris or the dither and distracting absurdism from Jeremy. Neither are attractive and both smack of making a decision between the least worst- Again.

I suppose I'm one of the stranded middle. The Liberal Democrats around this way are pretty strong in several of the seats, but not this one (1300 votes). The only way to unseat our comfortable replacement Tory would be to vote tactically. That's what I think I'll do, although even that process is fraught with error, if the tactical vote selector is, say, run by one of the media moguls.

I've taken a look, It appears that our sensible sounding, local, Independent candidate (circa 21,000 votes) is best placed to challenge the Tory (circa 29,000 votes).

One is a lonely numberism

I was out of contact with political coverage for e few days, but have now returned to find that it hasn’t really moved anywhere. We’ve seen:

• Rees-Mogg revealing his true colours
• A few more despair defections from the Tories
• Dominic Cummings doing his best to hide Boris in a deep hole
• Boris serially lying about everything and spraying blame
• A perhaps medicated Jeremy Corbyn sending out contradictory messages every time he is interviewed.
• Everyone making up vast spending plans that are, of course, fictitious.
• Parliament closed (again)
• Gove, Cleverly and others making slippy 'on message’ pronouncements in support of their own personal futures and agendas.
• UK being side-stepped as too unstable by Tesla for its new electric car factory.
• Gaffs and unfunny blunders a-plenty from the lead clown.

still rollin' along

Well, the flaming spear might have burned my ear, but I am still rolling along.
35,000 words so far and the trusty players in my Nanowrimo have managed to get themselves into a similar pickle to Dick van Dyke and Barry McGuire, but they, too, are still singing a happy song.

In which the COMAND wheel breaks

Well, I've driven quite a few miles recently. Mostly using the sat-nav. And then, suddenly, it stopped working. I was in a pub car park, in Kings Lynn, about to head the 276 miles back to home.

I'd selected "My Address" and just wanted to zoom out to check the route it would take me.

Nada. Nichts. Nothing.

I twisted the COMAND wheel and the zoom didn't work. Reboot the system. Still nothing.

A failure, probably in the hardware of the satnav.

I had to scroll the route manually and diagonally on its 0.5 miles zoom view to check that the car was providing a sensible route.

Back at base, I checked Dr Google. It showed the control wheel and the small plastic shaft that can break inside the unit. It costs £10 to machine a metal replacement. I considered a home repair, but decided that this would be one bridge too far. To dismantle the car's console, then to dismantle the spring-filled Controller unit. Then to replace the connections that interfaced to the telematics of the car, and the digital signals that operated most of the car's components.

There are too many things that can go wrong with this ostensibly simple repair.

The COMAND wheel was the heart of the control system.

Instead, take the car to the dealer. Practice not inhaling too sharply when I'm told how much the repair will cost. Think instead of the tens of thousands of miles I've driven under the control of COMAND.

shred

wary of complications

Complications. Thats what the Apple watch calls it.

Take today.

Suited-and-booted, I was travelling back from Bournemouth when the phone rang about an appointment that I need to change on Friday. Another suit day.

To my watch...Siri "Remind me about Friday."

"What do you want to be reminded about?"

"Things that need to change"

"Ok, added."

Then, homeward bound, another change of direction.

Literally doorstepped, "Could I take the canapés to the Museum?"

Who was I to argue? A speedy pickup and then off to the town. I could almost hear the Goodfellas helicopter.

I reversed into the single track lane by the side door of the museum and we unloaded the canapés from the car. Several bags and plates of home made items.

I don't usually venture as far as this in my car. Bicycle maybe. It's single track back to the Quayside and some of the drivers that use this route regularly will take no prisoners.

That old dodge where they'll pull up alongside and then see who can best extricate themselves without scraping anything.

It's always when I've clocked 100 or more miles and then meet local three mile drivers out in force that I'm extra wary.

MSM/PSL Hazards and all that. Mirror, Signal, Manoeuvre/Position, Speed, Look

going for NaNoWriMo

I haven't participated in NaNoWriMo for several years, although my heritage goes right back to 2007 and I've part written seven(!) novels in that time.

National Novel Writing Month began in 1999 as a straightforward challenge: to write 50,000 words of a novel during the thirty days of November.

Now, each year on November 1, hundreds of thousands of people around the world begin to write, determined to end the month with 50,000 words of a brand-new novel. That works out to 1,666 words per day if one is on track!

I feel it's about time to try again, although I will shake free from the characters I wrote about in The Triangle. That was written on Apple Pages and was a good experiment.

This time I'll use Scrivener and perhaps Dragon Dictate to help speed me through the word count.

Buckle up.

ditched

"With a single leap he was free," goes the adventurers' storyline. Certainly there were no ditches to be seen on the television, and the conjurors had already moved on to a new trick.

As if proof were needed, I was able to crash test into a ditch quite successfully a few days ago.

We'd been using some rental bikes and were skittering along The Camel Way, which is a great little trail in Cornwall. We had a wide variety of bicycles - I had a 'sit up and beg' red Raleigh and accomplices had everything from a bike with a tow-passenger to a blue chopper Tricycle. The trike was interesting, being only powered on the right hand wheel (as are all trikes), which made it want to steer to the left.

Now the trail is an ex railway line, so you'd expect it to be pretty flat and fairly straight.

It didn't stop me from falling off - a slippery pedal and I was down. The ditch was quite soft. My companions kept going.

"He'll catch up."

gloucester traffic

An impressive array of traffic warnings yesterday. I suspected the worst, which would be that all of the alternative routes would also fill up.

Sure enough, I found myself following a sat-nav diversion which took me through Gloucester. I knew it was a bad idea and am not surprised that others took to trains to be regularly replenished with food and drink.

Instead I had that effect where I didn't know where I was and then as each hopeful roundabout approached my cheer was soon dashed by yet another rush hour traffic jam.

I suffered my 90 minute time penalty on what was supposed to be a six and a half hour journey. My final arrival time was around 20:30, some nine hours after I'd set off. A day of the tentacle traffic cone.

clickety-click

It is always trickier being on the road and blogging. Sometimes it is the nature of hotel and other connections, or perhaps the device being used to blog.

A couple of interesting situations emerged. One was that something in my travel kit is intercepting location services to tell a phone service to call me with those unhelpful traffic management insurance claims.

Another is the continued emergence of spambots blasting my comments trail, in an attempt to improve their rankings. It was noticeable when one of those comments came in, because it had not filtered the comment script and I could see the entirety of the fake comments neatly arrayed, along with their parameter-substitute words.

The software to create these form of comments is readily available for around $35, and in a single pass it will identify 500+ sites and then bombard them with automatically formatted comments. Watch out for self-proclaimed Search Engine Optimisation specialists. Snake oil salesmen.

Then, where the labour force is cheap, there's another way to do this. With click-farms, which connect dozens to hundreds of mobile phones together to 'like' a single post, or cultivate a presence.

The next election should be interesting when the combined forces of clickfarms and spambots support the various candidates.

revolving

We'd agreed to meet in Newcastle, by the Earl Grey Monument.

The clocks had changed, so it was already chilly and dark and we decided to head for a reliable Pina Colada spot - Browns- in Grey Street. Once we'd arrived, it was obvious that they'd closed Browns and put up an All Bar One instead.


It's an occupational hazard in Newcastle, with many of the chain restaurants closing and re-opening as a brand buddy of the original one. La Tasca closed on the Quayside and in its place was an Iguana, although there's already another Iguana about 10 minutes walk away. I suspect it is all spreadsheet driven, according to what appears popular?



We abandoned All Bar One, which didn't look anywhere near as buzzy as the old Browns and instead headed for a different new place- Banyans- (not really new, it replaced a Jamie Oliver back in March...see there is a theme)

It had a similar wide floor space format (to pack em in) and some pleasant tables around the edge. Mysteriously, the menu covered all options from Mexican, Italian, Thai, pies and burger.

I'd explained that I was hungry, so we hunkered down with 2 for 1 cocktails and some pleasant-enough pub food.

Then on to an aerial pub commanding the square.

Not the Botanist, which would have served us more exquisitely-priced cocktails.

Instead to the Charles Grey, which sits on the second floor opposite the Monument. I'm not sure whether shabby chic covers a description of the place. It reminds me of a set from something that Punch Drunk would imagine.

Friendly enough service even when the selected (Edinburgh) beer was around £5.40 a pint - which tops many London prices and is decidedly uncommon in Newcastle.

“It will be found .. that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.”