I should post more Pepys stuff

I borrowed Oh Lucky Man! from a library recently. It's flawed, in particular it's too long, but it's also utterly wonderful with images that have stayed in my mind from the first time I saw it 30+ years ago. It's one reason why I was never tempted by medical research money – the reveal of the delicious Professor Millar's work is more chilling than anything Hammer ever did. Plus there's Alan Price's songs, the chocolate sandwich party, the British-to-the-core scene of a tea-lady coming in during a torture session, how to get a job as an assistant to a businessman with no morals, and what happens when you do…

Today's Pepys diary entry contains a reference to something not unlike the latter. As the notes explain using someone else's telling of the story, in the reign of Edward VI, a seditious outbreak at Bodmin was put down but not everyone who had taken part wanted to suffer the consequences:

At the same time, and neare the same place [Bodmin], dwelled a miller, that had beene a greate dooer in that rebellion, for whom also Sir Anthonie Kingston sought: but the miller being thereof warned, called a good tall fellow that he had to his servant, and said unto him, 'I have business to go from home; if anie therefore come to ask for me, saie thou art the owner of the mill, and the man for whom they shall so aske, and that thou hast kept this mill for the space of three yeares; but in no wise name me.' The servant promised his maister so to doo. And shortlie after, came Sir Anthonie Kingston to the miller's house, and calling for the miller, the servant came forth, and answered that he was the miller. 'How long,' quoth Sir Anthonie, 'hast thou kept this mill?' He answered, 'Three years.' — 'Well, then,' said he, 'come on: thou must go with me;' and caused his men to laie hands on him, and to bring him to the next tree, saieing to him, 'Thou hast been a busie knave, and therefore here shalt thou hang.' Then cried the fellow out, and saide that he was not the miller, but the miller's man. 'Well, then,' said Sir Anthonie, 'thou art a false knave to be in two tales: therefore,' said he, 'hang him up;' and so incontinentlie hanged he was indeed. After he was dead, one that was present told Sir Anthonie, 'Surelie, sir, this was but the miller's man.' — `What then!' said he, 'could he ever have done his maister better service than to hang for him?'"

If I were a theatrical producer – and every time I see the Producers, I am tempted – then I'd put on Sir Martin Mar-all, or The Feign'd Innocence, John Dryden's adaptation of a Molière play, and have this as a quote on the posters:

It is the most entire piece of mirth, a complete farce from one end to the other, that certainly was ever writ. I never laughed so in all my life. I laughed till my head [ached] all the evening and night with the laughing – Samuel Pepys

Why I voted yes to AV

Having a postal vote in the referendum means I've already done this. Why?

AV is far from perfect but it is much, much better than the current system.

I am 49 and the only general election where my vote might actually have mattered was 1997: every other time, the only votes that mattered were the selection panel of the party whose 'safe seat' it was.

Apart from civic pride etc, there was no point to me voting because the result was a foregone conclusion and everyone I wanted to win was certain to lose.

I'd quite like that not to happen again. I don't mind so much everyone I wanted to win losing, it's the foregone conclusion that they would which stinks.

I've helped in more by-elections than I can remember, and it's easy to tell which were regarded as the safe seats because, Tory Berkshire or Labour suburb of Liverpool, the people there are ignored. That's why by-election shocks happen: for once, people think their vote matters. AV would mean that happens in far, far more places every election.

And to those who say it's too complicated, somewhere on Twitter, someone posted a link to a wonderful flowchart comparison of the two systems. It went something like:

AV (Alternative Vote, the proposed system)

1. In your mind, put the candidates in order.
2. Write that on the ballot paper. Done!

First Past the Post (the current system)

1. In your mind, put the candidates in order
2. Is the first one certain to win?
3. If they are certain to win, vote for them or don't bother voting (it won't change the result..) Done!
4. If they are not certain to win, do they have any real chance of winning?
5. If they have a real chance of winning, vote for them and hope. Done!
6. If they do not have a real chance of winning, who is next on your list who does?
7. If no-one, you might as well not vote. (You've been) done!
8. If there is someone, vote for them, holding your nose if necessary.
9. Hope you got it right and your first choice doesn't lose by one vote. Done!

Previously published as a comment elsewhere in a slightly different form, as they say at the start of all the best works 🙂

It's that time of year again

Yes, it's the World Snooker Championships, apparently the second longest annual sporting event.

Also apparently, there are people who dispute that Stephen Hendry is the greatest ever player of the game. Yes, he's no longer as good as he was, but just how good was that?

The first World Championship at their current venue, the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield, was in 1977. Stephen Hendry didn't play a game there until 1986, when he lost a fascinating first round game to Willie Thorne.

Despite that, he's scored more century breaks there than most players make in their entire careers. Of all the centuries ever scored at the Crucible, he's scored more than one in ten of them…

Pirates Secrets Revealed

Yes, it was rubbish, but I have just bought Pirates of the Caribbean at World's End, aka PotC3. My defence is that it was a quid.
Anyway, the booklet with what's on which disc and the scene selection list has a section with the above title. It should say SPOILERS in big letters because it gives away the ending and various other things. It does help demonstrate how bad the script was though.

"Important information"

.. says the IKEA website, in red.

IKEA is closely monitoring the situation in Japan after the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear incidents and taking action accordingly.

Coo. And what might that be? I've seen IKEA stuff say it's made in Austria to Vietnam (and I may have missed out anything later in the alphabet) but not, I think, Japan.

Still, there's the option to "Read more". Click.

Sorry, an error has occurred. Please take one of the following actions: 1. If this page is being displayed whilst paying for a Shop Online order DO NOT click 'back' and place your order again. [..] 2. If you are viewing this error whilst generally browsing the site, please click the link below and return to the home page. Thank you for your patience.

(All in red)

The home page is where I came from.

Looking at the Japanese site (in English), I see the message from Mikael Palmquist, Country Manager IKEA Japan:

We would like to convey our deepest condolences for the people affected by the 3.11 Earthquake and Tsunami.

IKEA stores have been built according to the highest safety standards. Fortunately, there was no customer injury, and the safety of all our store buildings has already been confirmed by the construction companies.

We IKEA, however, have decided to voluntarily and temporarily refrain from opening our three Kanto stores…

Perhaps that was what the UK site wanted to say: in case you were thinking of shopping there, we're closing our three of our five stores in Japan for a bit.

In other news, they're still selling what I was looking for on the site. At least in the UK.

Being not quite Human in North America

After one episode, the verdict is that it's ok, but you're not missing much by not seeing it. I'm not sure I'll watch (m)any more.

It's certainly glossier visually. This Mitchell character (called 'Aidan' here, I suspect it's not a coincidence that's the name of the UK actor, ah, apparently it is deliberate) shaves and the others are more conventionally attractive, right down the supporting cast. The lighting design is more self-consciously 'film' like. Although the house is run down, it's located in a much more up-market area.

Episode one ends with the George character being followed down to the basement he is going to use to transform by his sister. She goes in, he sees her. Then there's a 'next week' preview, I stopped watching and went to the next one which starts, not unreasonably, with a 'what's happened' sequence.

Hang on, the door to the basement didn't close before the last episode ended… I go back to the first one to check.

Incredibly the 'next week' preview was in the middle of the fucking programme!?! WTF?!? Presumably this was originally either side of an ad break which the uploader has edited out (it's 43.30 minutes long, so would have been 'hour long' when broadcast) but even so… Take the person responsible out, kill them very slowly, resurrect them, and kill them again, even slower and more painfully this time. If this is going to keep happening, it really does make me less likely to watch more.

I'm a very naughty boy

(But you knew that anyway.)

Tate Modern currently has an exhibition of Gabriel Orozco. No, I'd never heard of him. He's done some photo series, some diagrams and some sculpture. The latter varies between the silly (toilet paper on a ceiling fan) to the more impressive (a Citroën car made much slimmer and an undersized lift).

It also includes an empty shoe box. Now, the other pieces have lines around them, with words like 'don't touch' on the floor.

Guess who kicked the shoe box when passing?

Apparently, it's called 'Empty Shoe Box' and it is supposed to be in that exact location.

I am tempted to ask for the cctv footage and sell it as Art.

The funny thing is, it works

You're on holiday in Mauritius and there's a problem with the hotel. What do you do? Complain to the manager? Put up with it? Write a bad review somewhere when you get home? Or call the island's President?

The last one is what the person I used to work with did. It helps that she and her husband knows them, but they ended up getting transferred, for free, to the most expensive place there.

Recently, she's been looking for somewhere in London. (They moved out a few years ago to somewhere near the Welsh border and it's too far when they want to stay in London late.) She finds somewhere, but there is competition for the place.

What do you do? Cross your fingers? Offer more money? Or send your CV?

As I said, the funny thing is, it works.

I must watch Society again. The rich really are different…