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...
And finally:
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"
Angus
