1. 2012-07-05

    No, Really : Marcel Proust playing Air Guitar with a tennis racket.

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  2. 2012-06-25

      Chevalier d'Eon : 18th century cross-dressing French diplomat recently identified as subject of a painting in the National Portrait Gallery.

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  3. 2012-06-22

    It seems like I've been waiting all my computing life for VDUs to exceed 200 DPI . Well, that's an exaggeration. I've been waiting for it for about as long as I was first exposed to system-wide vector-based  type rendering, in the late 1980s. So I'm understandably excited about Apple's new "retina" MacBook Pro , with it's display of ~220 DPI.


    Why care so much about DPI? It's all about the text, in particular the inherent problems with clearly scaling non-rectilinear strokes.  Text is the fundamental component of everything I do with computers. It always has been, and it seems likely that it will long continue to be. As a floppy haired, slack-wristed aesthete, I really care that the text, which I will be staring into for hours, is clear and beautiful.


     The LCD screens used for most modern displays are constructed from a mesh of tiny discrete transparent shutters , which work in combination to make up pixels, which are the smallest visual element that can be addressed on a bitmap display. Typically these pixels are nearly square, and they are arranged in a 2D matrix of perhaps a few million elements. That may sound like a lot, but it's coarse enough to introduce perceptible distortion into lines that are not perfectly rectilinear.


    One of my favourite things about Mac OS X, and it's upstart little brother, iOS, is the respect their type-generating software applies to letterform. Typefaces render very faithfully, regardless of scale, and pains are taken to smooth out the curves, using anti-aliasing techniques, that detect the staircasing edges of lines, and soften them into their background with gradual shading. This works very well, but it's not un-noticeable; there's a soft-focus effect that gives a fringey halo to certain text shapes; you become inured to it over time. Other GUI systems tend to adjust the letterform to make the text better align to the pixel grid, it's common for people who aren't habituated to the Mac to comment about the degree of blur.


    Things are much better than they used to be. Way back in the day, when outline curved rendering was just too computationally expensive to be routine, everything on-screen was painted as a copy of a pre-drawn bitmap , and blocky graphics were everywhere, particularly once scaling and translation was applied. We peered at them on our tiny goldfish-bowl CRT monitors. Outline font rendering was a specialist feature of certain software packages or dedicated computer systems, perhaps not even rendered online. The fanciest workstation computers had gigantic 20" CRTs , and all vector graphical engines like Display PostScript . It seemed reasonable then to expect the exponential improvements in technology to scale this up to at least print-quality DPI, and the costs to come down.


    The costs did come down, and the computers continued their frantic pace of improvement, but something appeared to lock mainstream display rendering at somewhere around 100 DPI for over a decade.  I think it was a combination of factors.


    There was the move away bulky from beam scanning phosphor dot CRT monitors, which are theoretically capable of precise drawing at a perfectly graduated range of resolutions, over to the more space and power efficient LCD displays, with the aforementioned discrete physical pixel elements. Fifteen years ago I had a 19" ADI multisync CRT monitor, and the effective resolution of my computer display crept up as I upgraded my graphics card and display, and the monitor kept  pace. For the last ten years, I've been using a nice 23" HP widescreen LCD , and my desktop resolution has been locked at  1920x1200 that corresponds to the mechanical pixel array of my screen.


    LCD screen technology manufacturing is closely tied to flatscreen television production, where the standard vertical resolution has settled on 1080 pixels, which is marketed as ' High Definition ' which is actually pretty low definition if you stop to think that cheap desktop computers were routinely rendering higher than that years before its roll-out.


    The system software used on desktop computers, made optimisations and took short-cuts based on the average dot pitch, using fixed bitmaps for painting GUI elements, making assumptions about proportions and spacing of on-screen elements that entrenched and subsequently proved remarkably hard to shift.


    The turning point seems to have come with the iPhone 4 , and it's "Retina" display, with a DPI count of 326 - close to that of low-grade print - on it's highly saturated backlit LCD screen. Text looks fantastic on this generation of iPhone, still to me the nicest display of this type I've seen. This was followed up by the slightly coarser (264 DPI)  Retina iPad model a couple of years later, with a and as of last week, the still slightly astonishing Retina MacBook Pro.  Seems like the high DPI era I've been waiting for is here!


    And yet I'm not going to buy a Retina MacBook Pro. I did give it some excited thought. I rushed right out to Apple Covent Garden after the announcement, and fondled one for a little bit, and decided it's not really for me. Experience has taught me to steer wide of a 1st iteration Mac Platform, especially one where Apple seems to be pushing the hardware design into some advanced new shape. There's often early adopter trouble. A couple of early warning signals jump out at me from the start. Pushing that many pixels around is really going to need some grunt work. I have my suspicions about cooling; why the big air vents down the side, why devote five minutes of the keynote describing a cunning new fan design? It's a Mac, I want no fans. Steve always wanted No Fans . It's too big and heavy for me, and yes of course, it's really expensive.


    I ordered a new generation 13" MacBook Air . It will replace my current laptop, a last generation 13" MacBook Air. Which replaced my previous laptop, a 13" MacBook Air from the year before. Seems I have a MacBook Air habit .


    The wedge-shaped MacBook Air is iterating rapidly to converge upon my ideal computer. Light enough to move around without becoming a burden. A full scale keyboard that I enjoy typing upon, as an emacs -wedded touch typist prone to RSI. Enough pixels on the screen to productively juggle the magical 3 window pattern I tend to adopt for work (an editing window, a reference window, and a command shell). Enough power that I don't need to worry about where my next charge point is. And the 13" display has fairly small pixels (~128 DPI). Smaller text isn't as legible as I'd like, mind you, and some of the GUI elements are a bit small. It would be nice to have more CPU cores. Like I say, iterating rapidly...


    200+ DPI displays are clearly here to stay. Where Apple plant their flag, all the OEM PC hardware makers ineveitably follow. Microsoft Windows , which to me increasingly looks like it's playing catch-up, seems to me, looking from the outside, to be more completely resolution independent than either of Apple's operating systems at this point in time, so that shouldn't be a hold-up to broader deployment any more. Production will simplify. Costs will fall with scale. 


    I had been planning on buying a nice external display, probably an Apple Thunderbolt , because they make lovely docking stations for Thunderbolt-equipped laptops, but that's a foolish idea now. It seems sensible to bet that there will be a high-DPI equivalent along within a couple of years, and monitors are a long term investment. I can wait. 


    We seem to be at something of a transitional phase for the personal computer at the moment. It seems likely that the future of the Mac is some kind of convergence point between the iPad, the retina MacBook Pro and the MacBook Air, but I can't quite figure out what shape that thing will take. I am typing this final sentence on my box-fresh, just powered up, 2012 MacBook Air, with it's new Mac smell, and it's LCD screen cleaner than I will ever be able to polish it; already I am day-dreaming about it's replacement.

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  5. 2012-06-07

    If it's the last weekend in May, then it must be time for me to go to Primavera Sound ! Barcelona's premier eclectic music festival, or as I like to call it, only semi-jokingly, my annual trip to Spain to watch Shellac. It seems like I've been going forever now, but when I tally up, I think this year is only my sixth visit. Enough for the memories to blur together somewhat; I'm starting to find navigating around the site confusing; each year there is a gradual migration of stage locations, and a subtle shuffling of stage names.


    PS12d

    You can buy early-bird VIP passes shortly after they confirm the dates for the festival, which is far in advance of any lineup announcement. These sell for around the same price as the eventual full festival pass, but confer various privileges to reward the faithful. This year, I was finally smart and planned ahead. and I got us a pair back in July. Ah, hubris. Subsequently we fell pregnant, and had a baby  just four weeks before the festival, making a mockery of my forward planning, and invalidating our usual routine of attending as part of an extended family holiday. I ended up scaling my visit right back down to a quick in-and-out just across the festival days, and after a couple of potential takers for my second ticket fell through, I ended up attending on my own.

    PS12c

    It turns out Barcelona is still pretty much my favourite place on earth. In a break from the usual routine, I was staying in a hotel out close to the festival site, at the far end of the Avinguda Diagonal , rather than an apartment somewhere more central. The facilities nearby are pretty excellent, if a little characterless, with the large modern Mall development el Diagonal Mar providing pretty much every consumer amenity you might need, including free Wi-Fi. It's still easy to reach central Barcelona on transit during the sociable hours of day, and it solves the problems associated with picking a time to leave the Festival, and locating a means of transport home, once you hit the small hours of the morning on the weekdays. Door to door from the festival to my hotel was a leisurely ten minute walk.

    PS12b

    Once again I had a really good time. I had a few reservations heading in. Last year was a bit crowded, and occasionally hard work. Being on my own was is a bit weird. I've done stints working away from home, but they aren't like this. Luckily I did find some people to talk to at Festival; I enjoyed the chance to spend some time with Matt and Anne , and I also bumped into a few friendly groups by chance; Mike and the Canadian islanders, and those nice chaps from Leicester from the Jeff Mangum queue. Hello to any of you who find your way to reading this!


    The upside of attending on my own, it meant I was able to watch lots of bands. I overdid things  a little on the Thusday, watching upwards of twenty acts in a session stretching from 4pm through to 4am. I subsequently found myself flagging a little through the middle of the session on the Friday, and finally found a happy balance for Saturday. Weather was excellent, probably the hottest Primavera I've attended. I even managed a mild sunburning on the elbows on Thursday, and I rarely sunburn. The VIP passes turned out to be a good bet - subsidised bars, segregated rest and food areas, and easy access to the indoor concert hall for the posh gigs.


    PS12a

    Shellac completely owned it, once again. Year after year, always different, always the same. My other musical highlights were Kleenex Girl Wonder, Spiritualized pulling "Electric Mainline" out of the back catalogue in the middle of a perfect festival setlist, the pro-celebrity karaoke festival of the Big Star's 3rd tribute ( Mike Mills! Norman Blake! Ira and Georgia! Alexis from Hot Chip! ), and I need to pass out a special mention for the marathon Cure set. A bedrock foundation act from my indie disco days, they played a 30-odd song set of old fanservice and hit singles, and I nodded along from the VIP lounge, surprised by how much of it I recognised, given that I own precisely one Cure LP ( Disintegration , naturally ), and one single ( Inbetween Days, I'm predictable like that)


    Here's everything I saw, replete with aribitrary ratings :


    Baxter Dury ★★   Afghan Whigs ★★   Wilco ★★   Franz Ferdinand ★★   Death Cab For Cutie ★   The xx ★★   Spiritualized ★★   La Estrella De David ★★   Pegasvs ★★   Iceage ★   Grimes ★★   Danny Brown ★   A$AP Rocky ★★   Peter Wolf Crier ★★   Field Music ★★★   Kleenex Girl Wonder ★★★   Dominant Legs ★★   Bombino ★★   Lovely Bad Things ★★   Other Lives ★★   The Cure ★★   Afrocubism ★★   I break horses ★★   Dirty Beaches ★   Sleigh Bells ★★★   Nick Garrie (plays "The Nightmare of J.B. Stanistlas") ★★   Jeff Mangum ★★   Big Star's Third ★★★   Picore ★   Orthodox ★★   Sharon Van Etten ★   Justice (live) ★★★   Beach House ★★   Neon Indian ★   Demdike Stare ★★★   Shellac ★★★   The Pop Group ★   Atlas Sound ★★   Michael Gira ★★   Milagres ★★   Jenn Grant ★★   Cadence Weapon ★★


     There weren't too many low-lights. Occasional bar queues. The subsidy at the VIP bars meant that the occasional drink bought outside of those enclosures had a costly sting. A couple of occasions of queuing; to collect the passes, and to get a ticket for, and then gain access to the limited entry Jeff Mangum show. Aggravating cancellations , Björk, Death Grips, Sleep and Melvins - acts I wanted to see, and in the case of Sleep, probably my ideal of the biggest single draw of the festival. Luckily I'm a veteran, pragmatic festival-goer, I don't place too much weight on being able to see individual acts. If I hadn't already seen Sleep at ATP vs Fans:2, I might perhaps think differently.


    Leading up to the festival I had been wondering if it was going to be my last year at Primavera. Logistically it's growing more awkward to arrange, I've been a serial attendee for years, and sooner or later the charm should wear off. The inaugural edition of the Portugese sister festival had been catching my eye, And then everything worked it's usual magic. I plan to head back to Barcelona for 2013 if I can. Maybe I'll see you there.


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  6. 2012-06-06

    Restore Bounce Mail : Mail.app lost it's "Bounce Message" command in Lion. Restore it via AppleScript.

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  12. 2012-05-03

    Amazing Grace As of 4:29 this morning we have a second daughter! Emergency C-section delivery, but both mother and daughter are stable and doing well. Father inordinately proud. We are thinking of calling her Grace.

    Update:


    Grace Estella Strickland it is.

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  13. 2012-04-28

    tee hee hee

    elfm.el is a rudimentary last.fm radio client implemented within emacs lisp. I wrote this at work to present at our internal "Radio Hackday"; dedicated to encouraging staff to experiment with the radio services and API , and make something with them in a day and a half for show-and-tell. Kind of 20% time distilled right down to an essence.


    I wasn't sure if I was going to have enough time to contribute anything, so I wanted to focus on something I could hack on by myself, because I didn't want to hold a team back if I got called away. So I picked something jokey, inessential, yet hopefully thought-provoking, as per my usual idiom.


    I had a real blast participating. I don't usually get time to attend things like proper hack days, being all old and family-bound. I really enjoyed the atmosphere of inspiration and industry. All the other hacks were amazing, and waiting for my turn to demo I felt quite embarrassed about my stupid cryptic toy, but it worked perfectly in the spotlight. I got almost all the laughs, and all of the bemusement I was aiming for.


    The code is here . It is awful. I haven't written any coherent lisp on this scale for many years. It uses too many global variables and special buffers. It doesn't scrobble. I had to rewrite all my planned asychronous network event machine halfway through implementation, when I re-discovered the lack of lexical closures in elisp. ( I've been reading too many common lisp books in the interim, I suspect ). I think there's enough of the germ of a useful idea in there that I might just clean it up and try and extend it into a proper thing.


    I built and run it using GNU Emacs 23.4.1 . I used an external library for HTTP POST , which I found on emacswiki ( HTTP GET I glued together using the built in URL libraries). I've also put a copy of the version I used in the distribution directory. I used mpg123 for mp3 playback, which I installed using Mac Ports . The path to mpg123 is hardcoded in the lisp somewhere, probably inside play-playlist-mpg123.


    Here's my demo script, which I evaluated in a scratch buffer. Evaluating these forms in sequence will authorise the application, tune in the radio, and then fetch a playlist of five tracks and start playing them.


     ;;;; -----DEMO , this example code is out of date, see README 

     ; will open a browser to authorise application

     (authenticate-app) 

     ; authenticate a user session

     (start-user-session) 

     ; tune the radio to this URL

     (radio-tune "lastfm://user/colins/library/") 

     ; refresh the playlist 

     (get-request (get-playlist-url)) 

     ; filter the playlist response to sexps, play the list

     (play-playlist-mpg123 (reduce-playlist))

    There is only one playback control at the moment; stop, which you can manage by killing the buffer lastfm-radio which has the playback process attached to it.  You can retune the radio with any lastfm:// URL format ,  by re-evaluating radio-tune, and then refreshing and playing the playlist i.e. repeating the last three steps in sequence.


     The internal hackday was a cracking idea. Most of the hacks were focused around radio enhancements with broad-ranging appeal, the vast majority of them looked practically useful. I suspect most of the work will filter out into site and product updates. In addition to this, and perhaps more valuably, it worked really well as a community exercise, evolving knowledge-sharing, cross-team working, and enthusiasm, and converting them into inspiration, craft, and art. More of this sort of thing, everywhere!


    Updated



    I've iterated on the original hack quite a lot to make it slightly less brain-damaged, and a bit cleaner to import into anyone else's emacs. Updated code is here and so is a README file with updated running instructions. It's still not really in a usable state for anyone else, but it's amusing me to fiddle with it, and I vaguely plan to get it to a releasable alpha state, at which point I will publish a repository.

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  14. 2012-04-17


    For the last few weeks I've been utterly immersed in a fairly exlusive relationship with David Bowie. He doesn't know anything about it,unless he makes a habit of checking out people's play counts on last.fm . It's just me and his back catalogue. This relationship is mostly played out in trains. On headphones, music fed from iTunes or Spotify. Complete albums at a time, played through in the correct running order, naturally.  As I listen my eyes are glued to an electronic book. A book about David Bowie and the same songs I'm almost obsessively listening to.


    It began with the book, or perhaps I mean to say it awoke. A few weeks  ago, listening to Word Podcast 188 , I heard about Peter Doggett's latest book . Commissioned as a sequel, or at least inspired by Ian MacDonald's influential song by song Beatles chronology: Revolution In The Head . I thought the idea was sound, if any classic rock canon could bear the load of similar scrutiny, it was probably Bowie. I noted the book on my 'to read' list, and the next time I found myself without an ongoing book, whilst waiting to depart St. Pancras International, having recently ended one book, I  bought the Kindle edition, via "Whispernet". I do most of my book reading on trains. I thought it would probably make an interesting read, despite knowing that I didn't really enjoy listening to Bowie's music.


    It wasn't always that way. At some level I would still identify myself as a Bowie fan; albeit a heavily lapsed one.  We go way back together. His commercial peak as a pop star (  Let's Dance ) neatly coincides with the start of my interest in the pop charts. He still seemed a current, voguish music figure. The promo video was a new central focus of pop culture, and Bowie was of course one of the craftiest, most-prepared of the video pioneers.


    Access to archive media was rare then, and fashion was forward-looking; any consciously retro styles were focused on the '50s.  I remember a classmate at boarding school, with the archetypal 'older brother with record collection' filling me in on the standard mythology. The multiple identities, snatches of song titles and character names and iconography all seemed unimaginable and distant. Fascinated by the scraps, I used my sense of wonder to fill in the gaps.


    I remember the first time I saw a photo of Ziggy Stardust , years later.  It was in a newspaper colour supplement. There was a stock photo collage piece on 'The Many Faces of David Bowie'; probably already a cliche even then. Like anyone, I was knocked out just by the look of it. It was preposterous; somehow ridiculous and cool. A vision from the future, even 15 years out of date.


    Bowie still pops up throughout the rest of the decade. He's still a face. Movie and soundtrack work. Labyrinth . Absolute Beginners . When the Wind Blows . I watch all of these at home on a VCR.


    I pretend to study for 'A' levels, at the local sixth form college. A grim time for chart music, the fag end of the Stock Aitken Waterman years, just running up against the first twinklings of rave culture. There's a jukebox, with actual seven inch singles in. Most of them are by Rick Astley, or Sonia, or Michael Bolton. There's a 'Golden Oldies' section with maybe a dozen  records  over on the far right side. 'Ziggy Stardust' is one of them. I play it once or twice a day for weeks. After this, a little piece of me is always slightly disappointed each time I play an electric guitar and it doesn't sound very much like Ronson .


    Tin Machine are next along, the sheer contrariness of this scheme just delights me; although I never get to hear much of the music, there's a near media embargo on it. As I move through the 90s, with a gradually solidfying income, I fill out my CD collection with all the back catalogue. It gets solidly played until I've commited the bulk of it to heart.


    I'm amused by the negative attitude to 'Drum and Bass Bowie' from the inkies, most of these still in thrall to the last few coughs of Britpop. I like the singles more than most others from that year.


    Then it's spoiled. Glastonbury 2000 kills it. Against my better judgement, I trek down to the pyramid stage to watch Bowie's headline set. Stadium Rock is not my thing. I stand in the mud for a while, and I try to watch on the giant TV screens on the other side of the crowded field. It's too slick, too caberet, I'm completely disengaged and intensely disappointed. I leave them to it after half a dozen songs. Something feels quite broken. After that, I find it hard to listen to the old records in a more than academic way.


    Nonetheless, now I'm reading the book, I put a playlist together that covers all the albums it discusses. I'm mostly reading on the train, and this means I'm mostly listening as I read. It's a peculiarly immersive way to listen to records. I tried it once before, with Scott Tennent's book about Slint's Spiderland . I read that on the Northern Line, with the album on rotation. Eventually it almost felt like I'd been present at those recording sessions.


    It leaks into your ears, ambiently informing your reading. Occasionally mid-passage about the invention or arrangement of a song co-incides with the track playing everything pulls into focus across multiple senses. Berlin-period Bowie plays particularly well with rail transport, with it's stations and trains and mechanical sounds. Listening to Heroes, waiting platformside in the raw concrete trenches of Stratford International .


    The book itself is a solid read. Bowie remains an unsurprisingly opaque presence, and some of the speculative interpretation on lyrics and motivation feels like a stretch. The musical analysis likewise falls falls a little short of the template established by 'Revolution In The Head', occasionally quite gratingly clunky (a 'sustained fourth' chord?). Luckily the framing works just as well. Imposing a narrative upon the chronological order of recordings creates an appreciation of it as one body of work. Considered so forensically, it's an astonishing thing. Much as with the previous book, what stands out just as markedly as the quality of the songs and recordings, is the rate of progress, and the rate of change. Here's a rough calendar of the recording dates of the albums covered within 'The Man Who Sold The World'.



    I still find this list astonishing. Just five years separate the psych-folk/music-hall of Hunky Dory and the ambient alienation and hyper-stylised funk of Low. A further four years between that and the proto-industrial-cum-New Romantic Pop of Scary Monsters. It's a lot of terrain to cover in a decade, banging out over an album a year interspersed with global touring. For the sake of convenience, I have left out the live album releases.


    A couple of other interesting points leapt out at me after reading. I realised my instinctive dating of 'Scary Monsters' is mistakenly late. ' Ashes to Ashes ' has been so convincingly retconned as a New Romantic cornerstone, I have been unconsciously sticking it in the middle somewhere around '82-'83 amidst Culture Club and Duran and the Spandaus, and 'Come on Eileen'. The actual recording date puts it barely out of the 1970s, which means that dense, sound bricolage of such modern sounds was hand-stitched in the most analogue ways. Tony Visconti deserves even more of my respect.


    The second thing I never before realised, was that the 'Art Bowie' period - the less overtly commercial works spanning from 'Station to Station' to 'Scary Monsters' does rather neatly line up with a management dispute. As I understand it, these records were produced under a settlement that meant a significant portion of royalties were due to a now estranged management organisation. Once this lapsed, he abruptly switched to the ultra-commercial, lucrative career arc prefaced by 'Let's Dance'. Which is of course, where we came in.


    A final, unexpected triumph. As a side effect of the book and this entombment in the music. The joy came back. In sounding all the material out new depths, informed by fresh context, and with rested ears refreshed, I've rediscovered my original appreciation for this sequence of records. Pity my poor family.


    The only fault I can find with this technique of marrying immersive listening with a scholarly reading is that it is intrinsically retrospective, and perhaps simply nostalgic, and reductive. It obviously requires you find an artist or a work that's had enough time to embed itself in it's surrounding culture, and can never be forward looking.


    Best album from the set? I change my mind constantly, but think I most often settle upon 'Low'. There isn't a bad one, although I'll never consider 'Pin Ups' to be essential, and I think I might always find 'Lodger' a little underwhelming. Who's next for the treatment? I'm not sure. I notice there's a book about the rise and fall of Spacemen 3 .

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  16. 2012-03-30


    Five LPs I used to frequently listen to when I was a lad, that I frequently listen to now



    1. Green On Red : Here Come The Snakes


    2. Jane's Addiction : Ritual de lo Habitual


    3. Pixies : Bossanova


    4. Metallica : Master Of Puppets


    5. Depeche Mode : Music For The Masses



    Five LPs I used to frequently listen to when I was a lad that I occasionally listen to now



    1. The Sisters Of Mercy : First And Last And Always


    2. Genesis : Nursery Cryme


    3. New Order : Substance


    4. Steve Vai : Passion And Warfare


    5. Frank Zappa : Joe's Garage



    Five LPs I used to frequently listen to when I was a lad that I haven't played in a decade



    1. Marillion : Script for a Jester's Tear


    2. Simple Minds : Live - In The City Of Light


    3. Pink Floyd : The Wall


    4. Madonna : True Blue


    5. Red Hot Chili Peppers : Blood Sugar Sex Magik


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  18. 2012-02-29

    The Bitch, the Stud and the Prawn: " It was a film called Crust. It told the story of a pub landlord who finds a giant seven foot mutant shrimp on a beach. The landlord then decides to teach the shrimp to box - and believes this will make his fortune. "

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  20. 2012-02-23

    My friend Jim won 15 quid by solving the New Scientist Enigma Puzzle. The really neat thing is he did it 32 years after the fact. Read all about it here , in his own words.


    Would anybody with a working BBC like to contribute a real world run time for his BBC BASIC based solution?


    Jim runs the Enigmatic Code blog about his hobby of solving New Scientist's Enigma puzzles using short python programs, which anyone can play along with at home.

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