In which there is no rock and roll at all.

[hirez]

I've been somewhat tense of late. Wound up like a clock-spring would be closer to the mark. It's not been a great deal of fun.

Today has been an extended and at times high-speed potter with jarkman

We looked at disturbing robots, replicating machines, moorhens coot and an abandoned canal.

Quite how anyone can build a spherical jumping robot and not have The Prisoner mentioned is beyond me. Clearly the chap's Phd supervisor is a bit short in the clue department.

The bits of the Severn out past Apperley are quite startlingly picturesque.

Not so much blue remembered hills as leaving the green ones and exploring the flat bits. Point the car at the next squared-off steeple and press the loud button toward the floor. Marvellous.


So now I am unwound and rather tired and will have another bottle of Hoegaarden ta very much.

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Gratuitous scenery:

http://picasaweb.google.com/jarkman/PrivateElvering

Now, to the shed, to start work on my army of robots.