Monthly Archives: August 2015

I finish repairing and scrubbing the Scaffie fairly early and so I go for a ramble to inhale some Okinawan low yo, yo stuff. I drive past a building site. A new viaduct is being constructed to improve traffic flow. … Continue reading →

So, I have had a wonderful project on going for the last couple of weeks. Well since the mast went overboard.  I have to replace the mast thwart in such a manner that it will not blow out again. I … Continue reading →

So, there is no point trying to hide it any longer, to myself or to everyone else, whom had probably guessed it anyway.   I have to come out. Yes, I am fat.  I am glad to be fat. I … Continue reading →

I go out for my after work sail. It is windy and generally glorious. We hum along and I take poor photos of the sunset. I am beating back against a stiff breeze and a reasonable chop when the mast, … Continue reading →

At the height of the British slave plantations in the West Indies, insouciant owners would come home to find a white cockerel with a slit throat hanging and bleeding  all over their front door. Voodoo! Tonight I come home to find strange … Continue reading →

After a weekend of science communication stuff, brilliantly directed by Val Jamieson and Rowan Hooper from New Scientist, we have a evening at the house. We eat food prepared by Ishigaki san and Koda san who are my best friends. … Continue reading →

So,  this blog rarely bothers with the inconsequentials of my professional life but from time to time, Big Business bellows, groans and kicks his stall so hard that he is difficult to ignore. Today research at the university was featured on the … Continue reading →

So, for the last 50 years I have had a skin irritation. It is a fungal thing that I caught in a school swimming pool and have been trying to eradicate ever since. It appears and then scurries off to hide … Continue reading →

After all the razamatazz of last week, things had to change. It is written. “After the morning there comes an evening And after the evening another day. Being much more like a commanding officer Than a man to die upon … Continue reading →

Our interns, which is a totally unsuitable name for world-class science writers, Joykrit and Laura have come to the end of their  stay. We have a party. This a good day to have a party. There is a full moon, there … Continue reading →