tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2009-11-14:/A freewheeling frolicking festival of fun All the Fits thats News No HawkersMokoFeed2009-11-14T21:12:44+01:00tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2009-09-24:/2009/09/24/a-simple-self-esteem-test-7029731/martster2009-09-24T09:37:23+02:002009-09-24T09:37:23+02:00 <p>A Simple Self Esteem Test for use in your organization. Simply wait until there are large numbers of colleagues gathered together and shout in a clear voice something deprecatory like “Oi, wanker!” or “ I’m talking to you, halfwit “ and take a careful note of the people who turn round.<br> These people automatically assume that they are the Wanker or Half-wit in question. Their self esteem must be quite low and should be worked on.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2009/09/24/a-simple-self-esteem-test-7029731/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2009-09-21:/2009/09/21/we-do-what-we-can-7010344/martster2009-09-21T15:46:36+02:002009-09-21T15:46:36+02:00 <p>to promote the virtues Of an anarchistic outlook. <br>In this small case its playing the Sex Pistols 'Anarchy in the UK' whilst the Head teacher is having a meet with all the prospective prefects in the Learning Resource Centre which sits hard by my humble office </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/we-do-what-we-can-7010344/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2009-07-13:/2009/07/13/title-6505255/martster2009-07-13T16:01:36+02:002009-07-13T16:01:36+02:00<p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2009/07/13/title-6505255/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-11-19:/2007/11/19/squeezablw_marmite_a_retraction~3320633/martster2007-11-19T17:21:14+01:002007-11-19T17:23:35+01:00 <p>I earlier recorded my horror and revulsion at the arrival upon our supermarket shelves of &lsquo;Squeezable&rsquo; Marmite.<br><a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/just_a_thought~2121348"><br> I used some fairly trenchant language, but I didn&rsquo;t actually use the product itself, and consequently fell into a trap of my own making, a trap that might justly be labelled &lsquo;Snares that await those who adopt a grumpy-old-man attitude.<br>It is therefore with a measure of humbleness that I have to print this retraction.</p> <p>SQUEEZABLE MARMITE IS OK</p> <p>I bought some in Aldi on Friday but didn&rsquo;t get round to using it until Sunday when I fancied a snack. I have to tell the whole internet that , whilst I yield to no man in my admiration of the shape and feel of the traditional glass marmite jar , the new container makes dispensing this delightful spread easier and less messy. No more unpleasant butter traces, no having to destroy the surface of your toast in futile attempts to ensure even distribution.<br>All in all, a &lsquo;Good Thing&rsquo;</p> <p></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/11/19/squeezablw_marmite_a_retraction~3320633/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-11-16:/2007/11/16/from_the_book_of_wisdom_ch_13_vs_1~3306486/martster2007-11-16T16:03:27+01:002007-11-16T16:03:27+01:00 <p>For all men were by nature foolish who were in ignorance of God, and who from the good things seen did not succeed in knowing him who is, and from studying the works did not discern the artisan;<br> But either fire, or wind, or the swift air, or the circuit of the stars, or the mighty water, or the luminaries of heaven, the governors of the world, they considered gods.<br>Now if out of joy in their beauty they thought them gods, let them know how far more excellent is the Lord than these; for the original source of beauty fashioned them.<br>Or if they were struck by their might and energy, let them from these things realize how much more powerful is he who made them.<br>For from the greatness and the beauty of created things their original author, by analogy, is seen.<br>But yet, for these the blame is less; For they indeed have gone astray perhaps, though they seek God and wish to find him.<br>For they search busily among his works, but are distracted by what they see, because the things seen are fair.<br>But again, not even these are pardonable.<br>For if they so far succeeded in knowledge that they could speculate about the world, how did they not more quickly find its LORD?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/11/16/from_the_book_of_wisdom_ch_13_vs_1~3306486/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-11-16:/2007/11/16/curry_night~3304913/martster2007-11-16T10:33:45+01:002007-11-16T10:33:45+01:00 <p>Went out last night for a curry with some of the staff from the Institution where I work. One of them had brought along a houseguest, Mohammed, a Muslim. Just as I do when I&rsquo;m with my Mohammed I felt a sense of shame and embarrassment. Here was a young man from another culture exposed to a group of so called &lsquo;professionals&rsquo; who in theory represent the upper percentile of British society. This quiet lad was exposed to swearing, cussing, jokish remarks about child abuse and sodomy and was reputedly urged to &ldquo;Go on, have a glass of wine, and go on.&rdquo;<br>I hope I&rsquo;m not being too prudish but looking at our group, or our society from his viewpoint it seemed that we as a society are irreligious, profane and eventually doomed to choke on our own moral filth. <br>There.<br>That&rsquo;s how I feel.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/11/16/curry_night~3304913/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-11-14:/2007/11/14/work_in_progress~3293998/martster2007-11-14T10:42:42+01:002007-11-16T10:14:51+01:00 <p>And now a few words on the bookends project.<br></p> <p>Things , ideas or projects often just seem to happen! Liv and I were wandering aimlessly through town and passed the Party Shop in Church Lane and saw that the windows were full of Halloween Stuff. I don&rsquo;t go a whole bundle on Halloween, it raises a raft of issues to do with my Faith that I&rsquo;d rather not address thank you very much, but the stuff in the shop has a fair proportion of skeleton related stuff. <br></p> <p>I like skeletons, in a purely artistic sense that is. I&rsquo;ve no interest in actual skeletons and my fascination with the Gothic doesn&rsquo;t extend to having real cadavers as Objets D&rsquo;art in my house. <br></p> <p>Amongst the skeleton related items offered to the Halloween Public were a two-foot semi-articulated Skelton and what for want of a better word I&rsquo;d call Garlands of skeletons. <br></p> <p>Each garland has eight to ten 1/12th scale skeletons whose composition is such that the judicious application of a fag-lighter to the joints enables their limbs to be posed. <br> Hooray<br></p> <p>If got one Skeletal Dude rising from the pot-o-sand that joss sticks get poked into. He&rsquo;s smoking a &lsquo;fat one&rsquo; and pointing a tiny little remote control towards the Telly<br></p> <p>Skeledude No2 is sitting atop the Mushroom of Illumination., one hand on his noble tortured brow whilst reading from an as yet unmade book. Not sure what the book will be. If anyone actually reads this I&rsquo;d be grateful for suggestions. <br></p> <p>All these things went well and I was moved to try something bigger, but what? <br></p> <p>Inspiration struck and I&rsquo;m almost finished the Skeletal Bookends. One of the pair is Sisyphus (condemned forever to roll a stone up-hill, only to have it plummet to the bottom of the slope), the other is Prometheus, having his liver torn out by A Neagle&hellip;. Oops, an Eagle</p> <p>Skeledude No2 is sitting atop the Mushroom of Illumination., one hand on his noble tortured brow whilst reading from an as yet unmade book. Not sure what the book will be. If anyone actually reads this I&rsquo;d be grateful for suggestions. <br></p> <p>All these things went well and I was moved to try something bigger, but what? <br></p> <p>Inspiration struck and I&rsquo;m almost finished the Skeletal Bookends. One of the pair is Sisyphus (condemned forever to roll a stone up-hill, only to have it plummet to the bottom of the slope), the other is Prometheus, having his liver torn out by A Neagle<img src="http://film.virtual-history.com/photo/a/thumb/a092.jpg" alt="Anna Neagle">&hellip;.oops an Eagle <br></p> <p>Photos Follow ( dio volente)</p> <p>><br>Photos Follow ( dio volente)</p> <p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/11/14/work_in_progress~3293998/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-11-13:/2007/11/13/from_a_e_houseman~3290134/martster2007-11-13T14:16:51+01:002007-11-13T14:16:51+01:00 <p>this kinda sums up the whole collapsed marriage thing for me. I quoted it to Helen when she was telling me that my days as a spouse were numbered.<br><br> <br><br> Into my heart an air that kills<br><br> From yon far country blows: <br><br> What are those blue remembered hills, <br><br> What spires, what farms are those? <br></p> <p>That is the land of lost content, <br><br> I see it shining plain, <br><br> The happy highways where I went<br><br> And cannot come again. <br></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/from_a_e_houseman~3290134/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-11-13:/2007/11/13/exciting_development~3290116/martster2007-11-13T14:12:09+01:002007-11-13T14:12:09+01:00 <p>I just decided something. The something I decided was that although I posted a misrablist thing yonks ago about the futility of non-genius level peeps posting their thoughts on any range of subjects, I shouldn’t worry and should post piccies, articles and fragments I’d gleaned of the internet in the hope that people might be led to them by, for instance Google, and that their whole consciousness might be raised thereby. Additonally it’ll be an interesting record of the things that amuse, interest or distract me. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/exciting_development~3290116/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-11-13:/2007/11/13/title~3289724/martster2007-11-13T13:04:30+01:002007-11-13T13:11:33+01:00 <p>Time then for me to take up my fingers ant type a new entry to this, the most under-rated blog on the World Wide Web.<br> I’ve thought long and hard about what this contribution should be and I’m led inescapably back to the queue for the concert at St Martin’s In the Field on Saturday. I was in this queue, heading into the Vestibule behind a youngish lad who was wearing a Parka and a baseball cap His dress was to say the least, casual.<br> ‘I hope he takes the cap off’ I thought to myself, with an underlying thought, barely formed about how concerts these days are not the elitist celebrations of middle-classishness that once they used to be. <br> His girlfriend must have muttered something about removal of headwear because the fragments of dialogue I strained to overhear suggested that he had no intention of removing the hat. <br> “I’m not religious” <br> “………Don’t believe in all this rubbish” <br> “……….Might as well go home now” <br> And so forth. <br> I really, really wanted to tap him lightly on the shoulder and say without any kind of intonation“ Dude, loose the hat”, but the queue separated and he went on elsewhere. <br> What a prat, I thought and then went on to ruminate. Did this stupid insensitive halfwit realise that he could well stand up for what he believed were his rights as a rugged individual and wear his silly hat all through the concert. People would be a little offended, but what the hey, he was really sticking it to the man. People would have looked at him in all his Baseball Capped splendour and thought, “Wow, there’s a guy who’s really prepared to go to bat for his principals, even though it means causing mild annoyance to a lot of people” No-one would have thought him boorish or a lout. Not. <br> <br> Then of course, reason kicked in and it occurred to me that he might well have been feeling intimidated by the thought of attending a Choral recital in the Capital and was looking for a get out clause. <br> Ho-hum</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/title~3289724/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-06-14:/2007/06/14/bored_and_dissafected~2451906/martster2007-06-14T14:53:30+02:002007-11-13T14:05:46+01:00 <p>This week I have been studying mostly how to get bored, and I have to announce that I’ve been reasonably successful.<br> I put a lot of this down to correct career decisions, but fate has also stepped in and lent a hand. <br> In the area of Achieving Mind Numbing Boredom, I feel that nature gave me a headstart by equipping me with<br> A personality that seems at this late stage to be unable to engage with anything interesting without realising sharpish and quick-time that there is so much stuff that has been done that it’s statistically more than likely that anything I do, anything I think or anything I say has already been done. <br> Not only has it been done, but usually it’s been done far better and more professionally than I could hope to do it<br> Accordingly, I feel its unlikely that the Waiting World will ever collectively let its breath out and sigh with relief that I’ve finally got round to writing my radical reassessment of the Paintings of Edward Hopper. <br> My ‘Bench-themed’ website goes unvisited by me or anyone else<br> My dream of Lebowski-ing up my blog has foundered on the twin rocks of apathy and indifference.<br> In fact I only occasionally visit my blog and post to it less often. <br> When I do visit it I usually check a random selection of other bloggers and to be honest im not interested in yet another Middle Class Housewife with too much time on her hands letting the Waiting World know about how she is coping with the Ironing</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/06/14/bored_and_dissafected~2451906/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-05-08:/2007/05/08/a_chilling_visoin~2231104/martster2007-05-08T09:40:10+02:002007-05-08T09:40:10+02:00 <p>In the episode Evolution of the Daleks the sole remaining Dalek, Dalek Caan initiates an emergency temporal shift to escape.<br> The last time we witnessed a Dalek use this method of escape was in the episode Doomsday, which introduced the Cult of Skaro and which saw Dalek Sec and the other Cult member Daleks shift from roughly contemporary London to Thirties New York. This is a short journey, both spatially and temporally, presumably because of the vast amount of energy such a process uses. Is it possible that Dalek Sec used his superior power to use his Shift Filed to take the other three cult members to the thirties, thus weakening himself to such an extent that his judgment became skewed and he began the ill received human-Dalek hybrid project.<br> Dalek Caan has the ability to time-shift but as a comparatively low caste, and therefore low spec. Dalek he can only shift a few years and a few thousand miles on the surface of the planet. This leads to the idea that the one place on Earth in the first half of the 20th century most suited to the Dalek philosophy is Germany under Hitlesr and National Socialism and leads me to a chilling vision in black and red with chromium and steel accessories… <strong>the Nazi Dalek </strong></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/05/08/a_chilling_visoin~2231104/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-04-25:/2007/04/25/central_questions~2158404/martster2007-04-25T12:08:59+02:002007-04-25T12:08:59+02:00 <p>So theres this idea that The Big Lebowski is a bowling movie. Sure, there’s a lot of bowling related stuff in it, and some of the more seminal lines of dialogue take place in a bowling alley<br> Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man<br><br> Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules? Mark it zero! <br>et al. <br><br> However I would arge that as we don’t actually see the two main characters actually roll until almost the last scene, that bowling is more of a metaphorical signifier on the movie. It cant be marketed a practical bowling tuition DVD.<br> So the question remains, If bowling in The Big Lebowski is a metaphor, what is it a metaphor for?<br><br> Life in General?<br><br> The Artists Struggle?<br><br> The Unbearable lightness of Being? <br><br> Hoonoze</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/25/central_questions~2158404/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-04-24:/2007/04/24/all_blogs_are_a_tad_self_regarding~2152225/martster2007-04-24T13:00:53+02:002007-04-24T13:00:53+02:00 <p>And I have been looking back over this one. Threes nothing I’m ashamed of and a few bits I’m rather pleased with but future investigators of the Mart as he existed in the early 20th Century would probably point out that there is no underlying leitmotif.,<br> There a lot of tags, some of a moderately eclectic nature, I’m pleased to say, but to build up a reputation as a savant on a single issue I really ought to focus on areas that I’m interested and get those tag counters up in the numbers greater than one. <br><br> That’s an exercise for the near future, but I draw a huge amount of satisfaction that amongs the tags for this post will be the word tag itself. <br> Cool Huh<br> I dunno what kinda HTML blogs use but back in the day we used to talk about meta-tags<br><br> Is a tag about meta-tags a meta-tag-tag ot a meta-meta-tag?<br><br> It this just a rag-tag meta-jumble of jumbled rag-tag tags.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/all_blogs_are_a_tad_self_regarding~2152225/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-04-20:/2007/04/20/title~2128020/martster2007-04-20T16:08:00+02:002007-04-20T16:08:00+02:00 <p>In a rather feeble attempt to tap into the source of all that is great wise and wonderful and to participate in the wonders of blogology I’ve created a mailing list that means I can send important information regarding updates to the rather sensational blog to all who I deem worthy.<br> You can always hit the ‘subscribe’ button up there at the top of the page and then the blog will automatically keep you up to date</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/20/title~2128020/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-04-19:/2007/04/19/just_a_thought~2121348/martster2007-04-19T15:10:00+02:002007-04-19T15:10:00+02:00 <p>Yet once more o ye laurels and once more…………… I’m forced to take up my pen, or rather put digit to keyboard to protest.<br> <br>And protest I must , <br><br> In the strongest terms. <br><br> “Whats got his goat?” <br><br> I hear you ask to which I reply that my social life is none of your affair. <br><br> However as your’e here I feel a need to share my outrage and distress and the alarming developments in the world of yeast extract based toast adjuncts. <br><br> Who asked for<strong>Squeezable Marmite </strong><br><br> And <strong>why</strong> <br><br> I’m not going to outline my objections to this vile development. If you want to know why I object e-mail me ( <a href="mailto:sysadmin.4600@bgn.oxon.sch.uk">sysadmin.4600@bgn.oxon.sch.uk</a> ). <br>Suffice to say it al comes down to the opening words of the Dashwoodian National Anthem <br><br> Change and Decay in all around I see.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/just_a_thought~2121348/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-04-18:/2007/04/18/more_bile~2114778/martster2007-04-18T14:35:54+02:002007-04-18T14:35:54+02:00 <p>As I’ve already pointed out, my keyboard soaked with the vitriol of resentment, the online dating world doesn’t yet seem ready for anyone as sophisticated, daring and witty as myself. The seem to be a vast number of people who claim a GSOH (Gyroscopically Stabilised Oriental Hake?) but none of them, that I’ve seen at any rate, transfer this GSOH ( Godlike Sensorium outside Harrogate?) onto their profiles. Largely a wit free zone.<br> It all seems to fit somewhere into the (Groucho) Marxist analysis that goes<br> ”Why should I want to be a member of a club that would have me as a member?”</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/more_bile~2114778/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-04-16:/2007/04/16/shocking_news_and_worthy_of_inclusion~2100351/martster2007-04-16T10:08:57+02:002007-04-16T10:08:57+02:00 <p>Shocking News, and news to boot , easily worthy of inclusion in the BookofSand.</p> <p>the smokers friend, the Succour to the would-be Arsonist, the tool of the Barbeque Chef and Altar-Boy alike, the Clipper lighter has been radically re-configured fot the 21st Century.<br> (Breif hiatus back there whilst I attempted to research th clipper lighter On-Line, to no avail)<br> Any hoo and notwithstanding. The point is that for years, years and years, stretching far back into the mists of Antiquity, the thumb wheel components, that is those that sit to either side of the flint wheel and are knurled to provide a degree of ‘grippiness’ have been entirely circular.<br> But Now, that’s all changed .<br> In a stroke of genius the circular thumb wheel has been changed to a pentangle shape. There is no deterioration in useability or anything so the proprietors of theis website would like to ask…,<br><br><br></p> <p>why<br><br> OH WHY<br><br> OH WHY<br><br> Do people have to change things!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/16/shocking_news_and_worthy_of_inclusion~2100351/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/title~2084138/martster2007-04-13T12:24:27+02:002007-04-13T12:24:27+02:00 <p class="MsoNormal"><span>Later&hellip;..</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>Guardian Soulmates are just as vacuous and undefined as anywhere else and I curse myself for being a purblind fool and investing any emotional capital in this exercise. A cynic might say that this is just pure sour grapes because no-one has contacted me and I have to put my hand up to that one. I tried to make my profile witty and fun to read. Sill non-bubbly me. </span></p> <span> </span><br> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>Well then in an attempt to garner wealth praise ands critical esteem I&rsquo;ve decided to take up, or rather re-take up the cudgels with regard to this blog. I&rsquo;m sure that the internet is teeming with pimply youths and lonely saddos who are just dying to know my opinions on a range of subjects as diverse as a diverse thing. Sadly my interest in sharing my opinions on Matters of Great Moment is so small as to be vestigial. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>I&rsquo;m more interested in sharing my observations about the lady in the Vanish stain removal product advert, confronted with a stained item that she has just removed from the Washing Machine. The poor woman has already <em>washed</em> this item and yet it still has a stain on it. She doesn&rsquo;t actually scream&rdquo;F<strong>*</strong>g Stains&rdquo; but to anyone who knows a thing or two about the persistence of memory of previously eaten foodstuffs it&rsquo;s fairly obvious.</span></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/title~2084138/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-10-30:/2006/10/30/a_small_tirade_on_internet_dating~1276887/martster2006-10-30T10:45:55+01:002006-10-30T10:45:55+01:00 <p>‘Dating for Parents’ the name and implied remit seemed to be appealing so I not only completed the ‘now tell us a bit about yourself’ part but also submitted a fiver to allow me to reply to responses.<br><br> It really is terribly reassuring to know that 90% of the currently un-attached Ladies out there have a ‘Good sense of humour’ and that they are ‘caring, bubbly and full of life.’ As opposed presumably to ‘Callous, flat and dead’ However, my feeling is that if you scratch the surface, that’s all you find, a surface.<br><br> As for the claimed abilities of these sites to find your perfect partner, one of the few people to contact me vouchsafed the information that as well as being ‘caring, bubbly and full of life’ and having a GSOH (Genuinely Serene Old Haddock) she was into ‘bowlin’. Nothing against bowling here other than the obvious, but the lady seemed to have eschewed the uppercase and dispensed with the letter G.(lol)<br><br> Despairing of finding a profile worth the reading, let alone a worthwhile ‘match’ I’ve unsubscribed and am heading off towards the Guardian Soul mate Page.<br> Watch this space</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/10/30/a_small_tirade_on_internet_dating~1276887/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-07-24:/2006/07/24/la_blog_entry~984995/martster2006-07-24T17:54:40+02:002006-10-30T10:43:02+01:00 <p>I'm sitting in front of a multi screen Apple Macintosh G4 with this blog open before setting off to Las Vegas. I've collected my car, which a little dissapointingly isnt a Mustang, rather its a Chrysler Sebring. <br>However its a fine car and Simon and I took it out for a spin yesterday. We went to a ballgame whwere we sa the LA Dodgers play the St Louis Cardinals. sadly neither of us are at all au fait with the complexities of Basball so we had no idea of what was going on or even who was winning. It seemed to my uninfomed eyes a little lacklustre,and when we saw the match report on the tv in Norms Diner it sait that player X had scored LA's only hit, our suspicions were confirmed.<br> After the game we came back to silverlake and had a little nap before headin off to Venice Beach. <br>I've seen the Pacific Ocean!<br> <br>The whole purpose of this entry is essentially prevarication. I really ought to head off to Vegas but I'm a little scaredy. <br> Im gioing to head off in a few mins to 'The Coffee Table and get a bit of breakfast, and if i dont crash the car on the way i think i'll keep on going! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/07/24/la_blog_entry~984995/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-07-23:/2006/07/23/l_a_confidential~981094/martster2006-07-23T04:27:28+02:002006-07-23T04:27:28+02:00 <p>Sitting on the balcony of my brothers Silverlake (Los Angeles) pad in the sweltering heat i decided tyhat i should type something in my now world fAMOUS BLOG SO HERE IT IS. <br> WELL I THOUGHT IT WAS HOT AT HOME BUT HERE ITS MUCH HOTTER!<br> THE SUN GOES DOWN REALLY QUICKLY TOO. realsed i typed it all in caps so gave up. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/07/23/l_a_confidential~981094/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-07-10:/2006/07/10/new_quiz~948355/martster2006-07-10T12:22:28+02:002006-07-10T12:22:28+02:00 <p>According to the <a href="http://www.alansmind.com/lebowskiquiz.php">"Which Big Lebowski character are you?"</a> quiz: <p> <img src="http://www.alansmind.com/dude.jpg"><br><br> <a href="http://www.alansmind.com/lebowskiquiz.php">Why don't you check it out? Or we cut off your Johnson!</a></p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/07/10/new_quiz~948355/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-04-04:/2006/04/04/favourite_bloke~701028/martster2006-04-04T10:24:42+02:002006-04-04T10:24:42+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=452107"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/107/452107_abddf335c4_m.bmp" align="" alt="noir dude" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> Currently my favourite bloke in Art. He, or his presence in this picture, poses many many questions which will be addressed forthcomingly and persuantly, going forward, at the end of the day. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/04/04/favourite_bloke~701028/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-03-20:/2006/03/20/gerald_manley_hopkins_bemoans_the_lack_o~661453/martster2006-03-20T17:15:31+01:002006-03-20T17:15:31+01:00 <p>No wurst, there is none............. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/03/20/gerald_manley_hopkins_bemoans_the_lack_o~661453/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-03-17:/2006/03/17/where_is_what_going_and_how_is_it_going_~652045/martster2006-03-17T15:36:47+01:002006-03-17T15:36:47+01:00 <p>Heisenberg: To what infernal region is the environment shot?</p> <p>Plank; I think I know this one. It’s shot to hell </p> <p>Heisenberg: Very good. One merit point. Now, in what kind of customarily wicker container is the environment traveling to those aforementioned infernal regions.</p> <p>Plank; My investigations lead me inescapably to the conclusion that the Environment is going to Hell in a HANDBASKET</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/03/17/where_is_what_going_and_how_is_it_going_~652045/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-03-14:/2006/03/14/a_quotation~641973/martster2006-03-14T11:13:32+01:002006-03-14T11:13:32+01:00 <p>A quotation from Marc Almond of Soft Cell,<br></p> <p>some<br> times<br> I <br> feel <br>ive got to<br> dumsh dumsh<br> get away </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/a_quotation~641973/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-03-13:/2006/03/13/stupendous_harmonium_the_history~639081/martster2006-03-13T13:22:45+01:002006-10-17T14:52:42+02:00 <p>Keats; Tell us about your lovely home</p> <p>Byron: all right then, what would you like to know?</p> <p>Keats: What, pray tell is the principal feature of your lovely home, interior-décor-wise?</p> <p>Byron: The Principal Feature of my Lovely Home, Interior-Décor-Wise, is my mighty Harmonium</p> <p>“It all began” Byron intoned, having taken a storytelling pose against the fireplace,” in the winter of ’05. A change in my circumstances meant that I had taken up residence in the bohemian quarter of Banbury’s fashionable Dashwood Road. My apartments were ample and the generous proportions of my withdrawing room gave me scope to practice the arts I had learnt in the Mysterious East. The room was, as I have related spacious but this felicity was not reciprocated with regard to natural illumination, there being no natural light save at the end of a summer’s day. The previous tenant in a well meaning but eventually doomed attempt to bring something of the daylight into the room had painted the walls a cheery shade of light blue. Sadly his attempt to bring summers skies inside was ill judged and the room felt like the inside of a refrigerator.</p> <p>Keats; So you repainted the walls then?</p> <p>Byron; Indeed I did.</p> <p>Keats; By what mystic name did this new colour go, pray?</p> <p>Byron; It was, and still is called Tropical Safari (2)</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/03/13/stupendous_harmonium_the_history~639081/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-03-09:/2006/03/09/aaargh~626723/martster2006-03-09T13:01:45+01:002006-03-09T13:01:45+01:00 <p> <strong>Keats;</strong> Computers, or at least networked computers, or at least networked computers where i work, or at least networked computers where i work whose access to the network is mediated by Ranger manager, or at least networked computers where i work whose access to the network is mediated by Ranger manager and which access the network wirelessly, or at least networked computers where i work whose access to the network is mediated by Ranger manager and which access the network wirelessly,the old compaq ones,<br> <strong>SUCK</strong></p> <p><strong>Shelley</strong> Well, like, thats your <em>opinion</em>, man</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/03/09/aaargh~626723/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:thebookofsand.blog.co.uk,2006-03-08:/2006/03/08/the_soverignty_of_mathematics~623479/martster2006-03-08T13:53:56+01:002006-03-08T13:53:56+01:00 <p>Keats; Talking about the abstract, isn’t mathematics brilliant, for it touches not upon the plane of the mortal but rather inhabits the Celestial Sphere, the Realm of Ideas, the Orb of Pure intellect. I think physics to be a little corrupt by implication.</p> <p>Shelley: Do continue, pray</p> <p>Keats: Mathematics deals with things that don’t exist in the material realm of corruptible reality. Change and decay come to all things, but not to mathematical statements</p> <p>Shelley: Tell me more</p> <p>Keats; To me, from my perspective, speaking as I do at this moment in time, it seems that the physical sciences are tainted by their involvement with matter.</p> <p>Shelley: I say, that’s a bit harsh!</p> <p>Keats: I could go further if prodded!</p> <p>Shelley: Go on then</p> <p>Keats; Very well. Mathematics and Philosophy are the only pure true sciences. Cosmology is philosophy’s strumpet and physics its feckless wanton child. Chemistry is a charming but simple relation. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://thebookofsand.blog.co.uk/2006/03/08/the_soverignty_of_mathematics~623479/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>