Time Conventions

We have rules and ways of describing things to other people so that everyone understands the same things. It’s why we have a glorious number of words that specifically describe a particular thing. We can use language to be highly specific and be very clear our meaning. When we use words most people have an understanding of the subtle differences in words and their meaning.

You’re acting like an idiot.

This phrase often gets complaints “you called me an idiot”. And while I might be suggesting you are acting like an idiot I am definitely not calling you an idiot. This type of language is used all the time by politicians where they say one thing, hope the populous interprets in a particular way but also have the deniability that they didn’t say what everyone thought they did. This happens more these days with all the fascists in charge in the USA and the rising of Reform in the UK. If you listen all their language is veiled so that racists understand what they are really saying. Apparently it would be bad form to say overtly racist things, people don’t like that.

I didn’t expect to get going about language in this communication but there’s always going to be some form of political messaging behind what I write. It turns out that 2026 is the tenth anniversary of me being permanently angry. I’m permanently angry because of the obvious lies promulgated during the Brexit campaign and when called out people ignored it. The fact that Johnson et al lied to force the Brexit vote a particular way just to try and heal the divisions within the tory party has boiled my piss for ten years. Here is the image I saw that started this communication:

State Of The Union - Timings
State Of The Union – Timings

I’m not going to discuss the remnants of humans that appear in the image because I don’t have enough space on this server to get that vitriol exorcised. My problem with the image is more to do with the time stated that the State Of The Union will start.

This took place on Tuesday 24 Feb at around 2100 EST. This would have been around 0300 GMT on Wednesday 25th February. As you can see in the image the broadcast via C-Span was due to start at midnight. BUT there is a problem here caused by how midnight is defined.

The general understanding would be that the broadcast was due to start at midnight Tuesday into Wednesday. So Tuesday night time. If I had arranged to meet you at midnight on Tuesday you would assume that we are meeting Tuesday night. However, 1200am is defined as the very start of the next day. So the C-Span graphic, because they used 1200am and not “midnight” means the midnight in the Monday to Tuesday night time. Had C-Span written “midnight” then I think we would have had a better idea of what they meant but the fact they went with the highly specific 1200am means we should interpret that as the specific time in the Monday night time.

Now, because how we speak and the way we use language is versatile, it can be argued that the real meaning of 1200am 24th Feb should be interpreted the way most people would interpret it. If I was to say to you “let’s meet at midnight on Tuesday” only an absolute pedant would turn up on the Monday night time. Midnight Tuesday is the absolute start of Tuesday and not the time going into Wednesday. But, because of how language works we know that Tuesday night time was meant. It could be that we even add some form of qualifier: “I’ll meet you at midnight Tuesday night” which is still ambiguous but less so.

I guess there are two possible outcomes that result in a correct meeting of people. Outcome one is that someone asks a clarifying question to ascertain the correct evening people are meeting. Outcome two is that both assume the correct evening without any clarification. The moral is if someone says “at midnight” then we need more clarification about which actual night time they require.

Kart Timings

I recently went for a Karting session at Buckmore Park. It’s local to me, it’s genuinely about three miles from where I live. Some people from work had booked for a practice session and I joined them as someone who likes racing sims and pretending I can go fast. The others are going to be part of a team completing a 24 hour race so I’m just there for the giggles really. For 30 minutes of driving I think the cost was pretty fair. I think I’d like another go sometime soon. I spent last evening thinking about the laps and letting the knowledge I had sink into my brain, I think I’d be faster next time – knowing a bit more about what to expect.

It was a chilly day and after about fifteen minutes my hands started to ache a lot, I had to try and make sure I was stretching my hands during the “straight” – it’s not that straight but it was close enough to give the hands a rest – maybe I was gripping too hard? So, I was ten kilograms heavier than the next person in the group and I was within about two seconds of their time. I consider this to be reasonable. Afterwards I was hot, cold, thirsty and also ached a lot. It’s not a gentle thing, this karting. I am slightly worried I’m getting old and my body breaks a little quicker these days. Maybe it was the lack of sleep the night before? I don’t know. I probably will keep doing these stupid things to prove it’s not my body breaking.

That Year I Met Two Astronauts

In the early noughts there was money in education. The government of the time wanted to “improve” education, whatever that means, and so they pumped money into the education system. Yes, a lot of that money was on the back of the upcoming crash and deregulation of the City that the government had allowed, but it was still money. Every year post Labour has been a real terms decrease in funding for schools. This boon in training of staff allowed me to spend a week at the Kennedy Space Centre learning about using space and space exploration to encourage learning. It was during this trip that I met and had dinner with Al Worden of Apollo 15. He was the command module pilot and while he didn’t step foot on the moon he did orbit it many times.

Later in 2004 there the group that had taken me to Florida for the education training also brought a real life astronaut over the the UK to meet school children and hopefully inspire them. As I was part of the team from Kent I got to bring a bunch of pupils to see him talk and also I had dinner with him and his family in the evening. There was about twenty of us at the dinner and I didn’t want to crowd him so I wandered into the dining room somewhere around last place but ended up sitting opposite him, his wife and kids. I had a great time chatting to them all.

The NASA astronaut I met was Mark Kelly. He and his twin brother had both been in space a number of times and now Mark Kelly is a Senator for Arizona in the USA Senate. He has recently been arguing with the Head of the DoD as Kelly is on the side of rationality and sense whereas his boss is not.

The year was 2004. It feels like an absolute age ago now!

Visual Proof Of Stuff That Happened

My time at university was great. I met lifelong friends, learnt some stuff and, had a wonderful time. Oh, I also learnt stuff, I guess that’s meant to be the most important thing. I then used that knowledge to get professionally trained and now I pass my knowledge on to the latest generation. I don’t really teach them about aeronautics but I do try to help them get to a point when they can learn about it.

While at university I did some extra-curricula activities. I found hobbies that I enjoyed and people I liked being around. In my first year I found out about a radio station and joined that. I had a show on Thursdays and used that to play my favourite songs and learn about the technology. The radio station broadcast on a very low powered transmitter but the output was also piped into most of the kitchens in the halls of residence at the South Kensington campus. So there was a captive audience, if they turned the speakers up.

I learnt how to make radio jingles and the rules around the broadcast licence. I fronted the “Requests and Guests” show and even had posters up around college. In my second and third years I was an assistant station manager which meant I was responsible for the output for one day a week and had oversight of the station. At one point I wrote a radio soap opera with Jase and we performed the opening episode live in the station. There was not a second episode but it was excellent fun to do.

Also in my second year of university I was chairman of Aerosoc. Each department within City and Guld College had a social society and I ran one for a year. Fortunately my secretary did all the major organising of trips and visits so I don’t recall it being overly onerous. My position within the Union then meant that I represented students at the Royal Aeronautical Society. Occasionally students from around the country would meet and I represented Imperial at those meetings. I also because the student representative to the local branches of the RAeS. So I attended two conferences, one in Bournemouth and one in Chester. I was very much the youngest person at those so it was a strange experience but one I enjoyed. The conference in Chester had some other youngsters from RAeS headquarters and we had a great time together, especially as once the bar closed the beer taps were outside the security screen so we just kept drinking for free.

The above shield used to be placed on a wall at the entrance to Imperial College. However, about ten years after I left university the entrance was redesigned and the shields were stored away. Fortunately the CGCA has kept digital copies that are available online. During the second year the students’ union decided to create the post of Department Society Officer. This was to allow a smoother communication method from the departmental societies to the Union hierarchy. I applied for the job. I liked the idea of helping people who now had jobs similar to the ones I had just completed. When I say applied for the job I can’t remember the actual process but I did get the job.

It’s nice to see this shield. It lead to some interesting choices during the third year of university. Also, two of my closest friends are on painted on the wood and I’m still in touch with them thirty (or more) years later. Because of the work I did during the first six months of year 3 at Imperial I was persuaded by friends to apply to be elected to a sabbatical position in Imperial College Students’ Union. The argument was something like “most of us are going to be around for a forth year so why don’t you try out in the elections and spend another year with us”. This seemed a good argument and I reckoned I was going to be good at the job so I entered the race for election.

I made posters and placed them around the campus. They were defaced but I didn’t mind. I still have one somewhere and it’s got some original graffiti on it. I faced my opponents in hustings at various campuses and generally had an interesting time trying to persuade the electorate to vote for me. I was successful and became the second Deputy President (Clubs and Societies) of Imperial College Union. The time I spent doing that job after I completed my degree was incredibly formative. At times it was challenging but I learnt a lot and had so much fun. I got to live in student halls (again) for free but I wasn’t really around much for that social aspect of life. In the shared kitchen someone had created caricature sketches of each person in our zone but mine was empty because they just didn’t see me much it was labelled “never here man”.

The above wall exists in the Union Dining Hall in the student union building in Beit Quad, Imperial College. I was there recently and took this photograph. I don’t think I had a picture before this year and so this digital memory will last even if they decide to do bad things to the building. I’m on the right hand panel about a third of the way down. Somewhere in the mid nineties. After my sabbatical year I went to teacher training. Mainly because a friend said he enjoyed it and I applied to where he had studied. My plans weren’t to go into teaching in the state sector I was going to join the armed forces in the education branch but about four weeks into my first teaching practice I decided I loved it in schools and in schools is where I have stayed since.

M’era Luna 2025

There now follows a summary of my time in Germany this summer at the M’era Luna festival. This one will be known as the first one where we had VIP passes to the Hannover EBM marquee and beer.

On Thursday we woke early to head to Heathrow. Flight was good. Landed at Hannover and got the train to town. Found our “hotel” which was a box hotel. We elft our bags and headed off to meet friends. We saw quite a lot from the top of the new town hall but the best bit was the lift that took us to the top dome. It curved inside the building so the floor was level at the start but not at the end. It is more of a tourist attraction that actually being at the top. We ate at a Greek restaurant that night after seeing our room which was small (expected) and a very curious design. The floor smelt of piss though. We popped to the Maschsee Fest then headed back to the hotel, I had been up since 0400.

Friday was a train journey to Hildesheim, get wristbands and buy shuttle bus tickets to the site. We had to wait for tickets, wait for the bus and then it took two hours to get to the site and the traffic around Hildesheim was fucked. But, once at the site we found a pre-made tent and chilled. We had arrived in Hildesheim at 1045 and arrived at M’era Luna at 1600. Ants seemed to be attacking our tent but when we returned after the bands they had moved on, maybe we weren’t their correct flavour of person. Strangely for M’era Luna there were bands on the Friday night. I think this was because it’s 25 years of the festival and so a special occasion. Lord Of The Lost played and also released their album on the same day.

Lord Of The Lost – Friday headline set, a good show, lots of fireworks, your man singer from Unzucht (now Oomph!) came on stage to sing a song about M’era Luna.

After the bands I showered. There were no lights in the shower tent and no shower curtains. This is sometimes how things go. Also, definitely not the worst shower I’ve ever been in.

Saturday bands went as follows:

Null Positiv – main stage. Good metal. Female singer. I enjoyed it. Well structured songs. Good audience engagement.

Chris Harms – club stage. He’s the singer from Lord Of The Lost. 80s fucking shit. Good songs I guess but left me really cold.

Tanzwut – main stage. Rock with bagpipes.

Ambassador 21 – club stage.  Fucking angry industrial. Great set. Ended with Power Rage Riot Death.

Funker Vogt – club stage. It just misses live. Can listen to their stuff not live. It’s just a little boring live. Good atmosphere though.

Faderhead – club stage. Fucking great. Excellent songs. Good vibe. Really good. My absolute best of the weekend.

Solar Fake – club stage. Solid set. Elliott MF Berlin on keyboards and guitar at times. He had so much energy. Not quite excellent though.

Eisbrecher – main stage. Excellent show as ever. The sound was really impressive.

Sunday things included watching bands, meeting people, checking train times for Monday and having a good time. The train times is a pain as you work from your flight time and keep subtracting time until you find out “get up” time, which was about 0600. This meant there was time for one missed connection but not two.

Beyond border – Main stage. All right. Two farmer dads and their son. Left to see:

Corlyx– club stage. Female singer. Good bass. Hate the guitars, very “The Cure”.

Manntra – main stage. Viking looking but good metal/rock. Classic metal with good audience participation.

Schattenmann– main stage. Metal. Liked the voice of the singer. Good show but left to:

Noisuf- X – club stage. Hard and fast dance. Big crowd for club stage at 1300. Played Hit Me Hard and Hit Me Fast

Sierra Veins – club stage. Electronic. Slow with heavy bass. Little singing and though a chorus box. I enjoyed it. But I can’t classify it. I have since bought some.

Leather Strip – club stage. Damn good. Just Kurt. Proper EBM. Really good. Oddly, given how good it was, I’m not too fussed about seeing them again.

Rotersand – club stage. Fucking great. Loved it. Singer came into the crowd near me and Smith, we pogoed together.

In Strict Confidence – club stage. A bit meh for me. I don’t get on with the deep male voice.

None of the Sunday headline bands interested us and so we went to the tent, whereupon we had the idea of travelling to Hannover Sunday evening to remove a lot of the hassle from Monday morning. There ensued quick investigations of trains and hotels and we left. We walked past the main venue entrance with two bands playing and headed to Hannover. This hotel was much nicer than the Box Hotel, and, with no explanation at all, was next to the red light district.

Monday was the flight home and to chill. It was a great weekend with Faderhead and Rostersand sticking out for me.

Work Evening Thing

I did a thing with some friends from work. Occasionally we open a rock evening at work where other bands play after us because they are far better than we are. I like the following photos:

We played a few songs with various line-ups because things are always more complicated than you think they are.

  • Song 2 – Blur
  • Wake Up – Rage Against The Machine
  • American Idiot – Green Day

I had played American Idiot before in another workplace with a classic rock band called Cashback. The other two songs were new to me but I enjoyed learning them and playing them was great. My only annoyance was that every song was in a different guitar tuning and I had to change between each song. To aid me with this I finally bought an electronic bypass guitar tuner, it is one of my new favourite things.

In case you think there’s some photo trickery going on I am left handed and play that way. I’m pretty sure that for many performances I’ve been on the left of the stage and that suits me. My first public performance was our sixth form leaving bash at the school I attended and I played bass for the band Snakebite. Anyway, here’s to the next rock evening.

Good Enough Reason

Apparently there is going to be a portable X-Box released soon. I guess this will excite those fans of Xboxes. I’m less fussed but I was curious to read about it. I have a PlayStation Portal and it works by effectively cloud-gaming using your own PS5 as the server. It’s pretty good and I enjoy it. I have played Fortnite using the Portal away from my house and the performance was fine.

I Don't Trust Anyone Who Say This
I Don’t Trust Anyone Who Say This

I started reading a Guardian review of the portable XBox and I got to the bottom sentence in the image. No. The person is wrong. No-one can appreciate the asymmetry of an X-Box controller and if you do then I will stop reading. I did just that. I didn’t read any further. I do not care what this person wants to say. My last few words on this matter will be that human hands are, mostly, symmetrical.

Get In The Sea

I recently heard about a faction of the Labour Party who call themselves Blue Labour. Well, it turns out those Blue Labour people can go fuck themselves.

Blue Labour group urges ministers to ‘root out DEI’ to win over Reform voters

I don’t understand why we want to blame DEI for things that might be going wrong. Actually the bigger issue is why should Labour attract people who are voting for Reform. People who vote reform can get in the fucking sea. If you are convinced the reason you can’t get an NHS appointment is because of asylum seekers or DEI hires then perhaps you should fuck off. Maybe it’s the fault of the more than a decade of austerity caused by the Tory government. Chronic underfunding of all services in the country have led us to where we are today. Blaming asylum seekers is the racist thing to do. Blame those tory fuckwits who failed to invest in the country.

Labour shouldn’t be paying any attention to Blue Labour and they certainly shouldn’t be proposing policies that agree with the political right. If anything, Labour need to go harder to the left. Start offering people real hope. Let the racists vote for the racist party. Let the bigots vote for the bigot party. Let them slowly die in their own hatred. Labour need to move further to the left. Become a caring party. Become a helping party.

I had spent most of my life thinking we were progressing socially and becoming more accepting of others. But it feels like the last ten years have been a slide away from being nice. It feels like we are heading to fascism and war in ten years. I’ve never felt this way before and I grew up in the 80s when nuclear armageddon was four minutes away. It depresses me how little I look forward to the future. And I’m not even thinking about anthropogenic climate change as part of this.

Some Godforsaken Underground Walkway
Some Godforsaken Underground Walkway

All I can do is concentrate on the things I can control and do my best for the people close to me. I can also give money to what I consider good causes and I will do so as long as I can afford it.

Celebrations

As the days roll by I approach a celebration day. CHAIR. I’ve been wondering what I should get to reward myself for this celebration day. CHAIR. I have been slowly upgrading my kit at work to make my job more comfortable/doable. I have a rising desk, second monitor, good mouse, desk fans, charging points, PlayStation, Lego ruler and pencil case, and a Darth Vader pen holder. All of these are things that please me and make the day-to-day grind more tolerable. CHAIR.

The next thing I have been thinking about, especially given recent back problems, is a suitable sitting object. CHAIR. Perhaps I could get an decent office chair that supports me well and is comfy. Something I like, something that says – ME. My current desk chair does not have wheels, squeaks and doesn’t have arms. It’s an OK chair but I’d rather have something more special.

An issue with decided what to get is that my room is used by all manner of people and even children so any CHAIR would potential need to cope with uninvited torsos. Obviously, there would be rules but people do like breaking rules, especially if they think they can get away with it.

So, buying a chair seems to me to be a very personal business. I want to know that I find it comfortable and that it is made well. I have sat on some chairs in PC World and they have been mostly shit. This could be because many people “try” them out and also, maybe, they aren’t put together with love and attention. I don’t know if the abuse they get means they feel “cheap” or they are just cheap.

I’ve also tried some chairs at Ikea and although there seem to be some promising types there we still come across the “feel cheap” side of things. So, what to do? CHAIR. I keep having intrusive thoughts. This is made worse by the fact that, at home I won a really nice, well put-together chair. It also costs that much. But. It is a nice chair. My current thoughts are to get a new chair from that company and the bring the current home chair into work. I think it will make a nice addition to my workspace.

More complications arise as the when I bought the current home gaming chair I had it delivered to work. This then required me to transport the box to my house. It almost didn’t fit in the car. It definitely doesn’t fit in the boot and so the last time I had to slide it into the back seats, which normally wouldn’t be an issue but I did have a human I needed to sit in the back as well. It was a tight squeeze and I’m not sure that human would want to be squashed like that again. So, I have to think carefully about delivery. I’m not at home during working hours, but transporting could be an issue if delivered to work!

Missing Links

Along with the move of this website to a different hosting company or rather to a company as I was self-hosting I also decided I needed to go through all the broken links in the site. There were hundreds.

I have a program running that scans this website and informs me of broken links. It recently chose to inform me of hundred and I decided I needed to sort it all out. I had to make some decisions about how to deal with this.

I think when writing this site I have the belief that all weblinks will exist and forever. This, it turns out, is not the case. Over the last few years I have deleted my entire Twitter history and I don’t think any of that exists anymore. All of my tweets that I embedded in this site still have the text as that was part fo the embedding process but links to the original site have gone. I deleted the links.

Some of the links were to other sites that I hested but they don’t exist. Whoops. It’s all a bit of a mess really but if you find stuff wrong/missing then please get in touch.