The heat death of the universe
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Around 8 o’clock on a Tuesday
75 trillion years from now
entropy will be complete
Thermodynamic equilibrium.
Nothing interesting will ever happen again.
The last photon will give up its glow.
We must be ready.
Meanwhile keep an eye on this point
And await further instructions.
If Erwin Schrödinger made roadsigns…
Just back from special invite to the Dull Men’s Club Symposium in Llangollen at the weekend and the presentation of “Anorak of the Year Award”. I didn’t win this time but spent some grey time in the company of some of this country’s finest dullsters including Assistant Vice President* of the Dull Men’s Club, Leland Carlson (aka Grover Click, President of Park Bench Appreciation Society). Much serene jollity was had by all. Winner of the Anorak award was Rachel Williamson from Rhyl for her nocturnal, surreptitious yarn-bombing efforts.
* Assistant VP is the highest office in DMC to limit excitement.
I arrived home today to find that I’ve been IN01N8A17’d. Jesus! These TV Licensing guys are getting really serious. At least it wasn’t an IN01N8A20 – now that would be really bad. Also today, Dyfed-Powys called round to check that I’m not: (a) cooking Crystal Meth (b) Printing counterfeit £11 pound notes (c) driving a car with excessive wear on my rear-offside suspension bush.
And my chosen method of execution is – to have to eat Mr Tom bars to death. Bring it on. But have you ever paused to study the wrapper in any detail? A real LSD acid trip in a caramel coated peanut bar if ever there was. Bananas!
The eternal sinewave approaches nadir.
Proof that I’m prepared to undergo painful barnet surgery for the benefit of my art. Unsurprisingly disappointed by the baldy wig that I bought off eBay for £2.89 there was nothing else for it. The results can be seen in our revisit to the Welsh Space Agency franchise “Cymru III”. Unlikely to be at a cinema near you from Sunday.
FLASHBACK: 25 and a half years ago I stood for election for the Green Party in Denbighshire. Nothing much seems to have changed except, perhaps, that the only recycling back then was in the form of occasional bottle and paper banks.
And you don’t get greener than this: we fly-posted overnight using flour and water paste and then right after the vote we spent another long night removing them all again.
I was terrified of actually winning! But glad to report I came 4th out of 6.
A taste of our 3 and a bit weeks from Vatersay to Butt of Lewis, April to May 2019. Order is a bit random. We found a stuffed corncrake in Stornoway, a bottle of Corncrake Ale on Barra and met someone who had heard a bloody corncrake at Balnranald just the day before. So, after 2,500 miles can we call that a result?
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