Day 722, Category error

As a country we have turned right.

Where is this turn?

Here, and it also appears to be going downhill.

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Day 721, The Vortex

Still spinning as they landed, the chrono-transfer team were ill prepared for what happened next.

They were on a mission to deliver a suite of data on how to have a successful punch-up to a collection smoked fish.

Unfortunately they missed the deadline, they missed the landing spot, they missed their opportunity.

The white van delivering dense structural components to a 7 storey refurb project next to the landing spot didn't miss them.

And so their mission came to an abrupt end.

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Day 720, Scrape the barrel

The back of The Barrel Inn on London Road.

It's nice to see a few original windows still in place, and I've always like that roof.

I've rolled out of the back of here a few times, or walked out at least.

The bit up to the peeling white wall was always described as a Beer Garden, maybe it still is described as such.

If you've ever had a drink in a pub on London Road you'll recognise having a beer garden as being pretty up-market.

Well done to The Barrel Inn for still serving beer and not being turned into flats or knocked down.

Although I don't recall the beer being in any way special, and as I didn't look round the front it may actually be shut.

Bottoms up.

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Day 719, The sun shines on us all

The chill of an autumn morning is not enough to prompt wearing a coat.

The birds singing don't appear hampered by the lack of special winter plumage.

A short sleeved shirt is all that is needed when walking briskly.

Mind you, the birds don't do much walking.

Briskly.

That makes it sound rather formal.

It's a walk, it's quick.

Briskly.

That feels pompous and overblown, like a collection of ill-matched words in a Tory leader's speech.

Brusque, filled with the air of meaning, when the reality is it's just full of air.

Perhaps it isn't just air.

I'm going to stop walking briskly.

I don't want even a vague interpretation of my bodily characteristics associated with those people and their weird values.

Even if that interpretation is only in my head.

Tomorrow my walk will be quick, not brisk, and have an international feel.

I may even choose to include some tango steps.

It will entertain me and be multicultural.

Here's a picture of the early morning sky, unfortunately it doesn't include the birdsong.

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Day 718, Small SSD, big chill

Large shelf, small SSD.

Don't sweat the detail, go higher.

It's not about the detail of MLC or SLC.

Does it work, how long will it work for, how much?

And check that it isn't so clunky as to have a drive belt.

Or is that air-conditioning units?

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Day 717, Infinite spiral bound odyssey

A collection of words to represent some things.

Some of the things are concepts.

Some of the things are physical objects.

And then there are other things which are neither.

The grunt of a sow as it pops out another piglet for the litter.

Random rapid thoughts from a long pig.

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Day 716, Broken octopus

This high-definition satellite image of an octopus shows some interesting detail.

It appears clear that the beast has been in some sort of accident or fight.

The missing appendages are the clue there, with only four of them left it is perhaps more aptly named a half-octopus.

And on further close inspection it could be that this was no accident, the remaining appendages have been modified.

A cybernetic half-octopus?

Not so much use at being either an oct or a puss.

Who would do such a thing?

And why?

All I know is that the Tory party conference is taking place in Birmingham, land of canals.*

This watery access gives easy release of mindbogglingly stupid experiments directly into the sea.

Perhaps as well as fucking up the country with their dim-witted brexit 'plans' they're fucking over cephalopod molluscs too.

Supreme self-confidence and entitlement brings delusion, driven on by the heady fuel of power.**

This is our future, to be half arsed, cybernetic gimps of the privileged elite, dancing to the tunes of their press baron masters.***

* Can waterways be included in that description "land of"?
** Pretty certain this applies to the most of the Tory cabinet - the Dunning-Kruger effect.
*** Checks blood pressure, and relax.


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