Monthly Archives: July 2012

Cultural Vandalism

H/T Pat Nurse for the American Conservative’s Britain Abolishes Itself, by Spiked! editor Brendan O’Neill What’s going on here? In the absence of either revolutionary or serious reform-based movements in the 21st-century UK, what on earth is driving this itchy … Continue reading

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The Caudine Forks

I’d been reading a History of Rome, and I’d got to the bit about the infamous Caudine Forks. A Roman army marching through Italy in 321 BC decided to take a short-cut through a narrow pass. When they got to … Continue reading

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Fuck All

Over the past year, on and off, I’ve been building computer simulation models of multiplying plant cell populations. Implicit in these models is the fact that the cells grow and divide. And, although it didn’t really matter too much, at … Continue reading

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Have They Started?

The Nazi Games, that is. Or maybe, after reading this, they should be called the Commie Games. I’m married to a former Moscow correspondent. He is incandescent at what he considers the Sovietisation of Britain. Most obvious, during these Olympics, … Continue reading

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Hot

Hot today, and I ended up comatose in the evening. Earlier I’d gone to a couple of pubs, for a cool drink, and to interview a few smokers. I found the cool drinks, but I found no smokers at all. … Continue reading

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Santa Monica Climbs Down

H/T Rose for this. Just two weeks after voting through a law requiring smokers’ homes to be identified ( a story I covered here), Santa Monica town council has climbed down. The City Council failed to put on the books … Continue reading

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The Dream of Immortality

I’ve always understood that one day I’ll die, and that I live out my life in a journey from the entrance gate of birth to the exit gate of death. When I was a boy, I once asked my father … Continue reading

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