Warmish, chucking it dahn, calmish and quite a lot of Keats at the Castle this morn, and below is a tribute to my aching knees and dodgy left hip from the saga of the study which is the room next to the master bedroom.
Dorries Dahn Unda is attracting loads and loads of votes to stay where she is (it’s working then).
The results of the non election of top knob of coppers are in, click on the link above if you can be bovvered (I can’t) to see what happened, I will tell you that the turnout was a stonking 14.6 percent and the “winner” was someone I have never heard of-pic above.
Ain’t democracy wonderful...
Charlie and his old Nag celebrated the end of their Pacific Diamond Jubilee tour by dancing with residents in Christchurch.
They took to the stage at a "dance-o-mat" that had been set up as a temporary venue after a number of dance studios in the city were destroyed by an earthquake 2010.
"He's a beautiful dancer," said one of the women after being taken for a twirl by Prince Charles.
Oh joy just what I wanted to see (sound effects are provided by the Beeb and moi)
To the land of fiats, food and females, Milan's main cathedral has put its 135 gargoyles up for adoption as it seeks to raise funds for renovations.
Donors who contribute 100,000 Euros (£80,000) to the Gothic building will have their names engraved under a gargoyle.
The cathedral's management said it wanted "to encourage the Milanese and citizens of the world as a whole to be protagonists in the history of the cathedral, a priceless treasure that belongs to all of humanity".
It is seeking to raise 25m Euros (£20m) for essential maintenance.
Here are some more gargoyles you could adopt from abroad, but only as long as you take them home.
Wonder if I could put the rose bushes at the Castle up for adoption...
A dozen kung fu nuns from an Asian Buddhist order displayed their martial arts prowess to bemused scientists at CERN this week as their spiritual leader explained how their energy was like that of the cosmos.
The nuns, all from the Himalayan region, struck poses of hand-chops, high-kicks and punches on Thursday while touring the research centre where physicists at the frontiers of science are probing the origins of the universe.
Oh yeah; that’ll help...
The Alcubierre’s warp-drive I have been waiting for has apparently got a few snags attached-the main being that it doesn’t exist, but secondary concerns are that if it did and you could warp away you could cause cataclysmic explosions at your destination due to the loads of high-energy particles which could get swept up in the craft’s warp field and remain trapped in the stable bubble.
The longer the journey lasts, the more of these dangerous particles build up. This doesn’t affect the ability of the warp drive to keep bending the laws of the universe — it’s the stopping that’s going to ruin your day.
The instant the Alcubierre drive is disengaged, the space-time gradient that allows it to effectively move faster than light goes away, all the energetic particles trapped during the journey have to go somewhere, researchers believe they would be blasted outward in a cone directly in front of the ship. Anyone or anything waiting for you at the other end of your trip would be destroyed.
Sod it! But let’s hope no one else has one out there....
That’s it: I’m orf to add up Omeagagool
And today’s thought:
Koala cuddles old nag., old nag says "neigh"