Friday, 15 November 2013

The David Icke Songbook

The David Icke Songbook is, I believe, mercifully empty, but you should have seen Myk's reaction when I mentioned it.

On the other hand, Pagan Wanderer Lu's anthem to The Glen is surely one of the more powerful pieces of music ever recorded.

This wonderful piece is available as the unadvertised 9th "bonus" track of his album The Aberystwyth Cliff Railway Disaster 1902. (There was, of course, no such event -- it happened in 1911.)

Saturday, 26 October 2013

What a hard time

Whilst exploring Aberystwyth cemetery for further evidence surrounding Crook Frightfulness I happened across three teeth in a row.

They are formulaic: In memory of name son/daughter of William Lloyd and Elizabeth Warrington who died date aged years/months; then followed by a Welsh inscription.

Eleanor LloydApril 14th 188311 months
CharlotteNovember 10th 18891 year and 10 months
William JohnSeptember 26th 18944 years and 3 months

The inscriptions are:

  1. Fel blodeuyn y daw allan, ac y corrir ef ymaith - As the flower blooms, it is cut down
  2. Ewyllys yr Arglwydd a wneler - The Lord's will be done
  3. Flodeuyn a gwympodd - The flower fell

How very sad.

Monday, 30 September 2013

Marc Chagall and St Donaas and St George and Zeebrugge, VC

There is a small church at Tudeley near Tonbridge in which some very striking stained glass by Marc Chagall is on view. It's fairly well known and well documented elsewhere

So it was interesting during a recent trip to the land of Chips 'n' Chocolate [Belgium] to visit St Donaas' church in Zeebrugge and see again some fairly good and recent glass, dominant in blue. (Zeebrugge, incidentally, has a population of only 6 or so; St Donaas' is a good mariners' church, complete with boat on altar).

It's not well-known, or documented elsewhere (that I can find), so I wrote to the Pastoor to enquire. He promptly replied with two pieces of illustrative information [in English]

  • A cursory description of the church and its environs, telling me "The glass panels from the church in 1965".
  • Brief details of two VCs awarded to Capt. Bamford and Sgt. Finch [R.M.], who were part of the sea battle of Zeebrugge held on 23rd April 1918 (yes, St. George's Day).
So good for Bamford and Finch, I say.

Meanwhile, I'd be pleased to learn more about the Zeebrugge glass, if anyone knows.

Out of interest, Aberystwyth has some good glass in both St Michael's:

and St Anne's, Penparcau:

Saturday, 21 September 2013


A trip to Surrey; some things came to light
  1. A classic Burton building in the High Street ...
  2. ... founded by Barbara Burton ...
  3. ... with elephants in the window, just like Aber.
  4. People "buying bricks" for the cathedral. It might have been my family, but wasn't.
  5. A beautifully carved Madonna.
  6. A metaphor for our times.
  7. A plaintive sculpture.
  8. The Jellicoe Roof Garden viewed from afar.
  9. A really very graceful cathedral.
  10. A lady.
  11. A clock.

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

UPDATE - Photo-voltaic cells: free money

I wrote with conceit about a year ago about our PV cells. It is now two years since their installation and the pictures they generate begin to stabilise.

The average daily generation and usage look like this (click to enlarge)

(recall that "usage" is not a clearly defined quantity).

The best fit sine waves to generation and usage, plotted on the graphs, are (click to enlarge):

The waves are (again) reassuringly homed on the spring equinox. The average daily generation in 2011-12 was 9.8KWh, and in 2012-13 was 11.3KWh - yes, the weather really was better!

Out of interest, remember especially that June 2012 was awful, and July 2013 was pretty good - here are the pictures for those months against the best fit - no prizes for guessing which is which:

Well, the upfront money-in-pocket from the FIT is now over £5/day. What we save from using free rather than costed power, and pushing surplus into the grid, is as ever secondary and difficult to pinpoint, but is certainly another positive quantity.

We're not regretting this purchase.

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Ca Plane Pour Moi: the New York Dolls' legacy

Ca Plane Pour Moi, the iconic Plastic Bertrand song. People have more chance of remembering their first hearing of this than where they were on 11/9/01, or when Kennedy was shot.

In a moment of idleness, I set about capturing a list of covers with youtube or similar links. Mercifully, early on in this pointless exercise I discovered a shrine to this immortal song. Whoever did this work has done a more than thorough job. Go see.

Do not miss:

(Apropos of Elton Mortello's version, he must have known of Jet Boy by the NYD, which I saw performed live in York in, ummm, 1974.)

My French is appalling, but I also commend David Gibb's attempted translation of the lyrics - My cat Splash indeed. An Aussie chat show has these lyrics overlaid on the PB original.

Ca plane pour moi - ganz wahr.

Sunday, 30 June 2013

Piglet Cuckoo MP beer

  • In Polish, the word for please is proszę, which the British cannot distinguish in pronunciation from prosię, meaning piglet. How many times have I walked into a Polish bar and said "Two beers, piglet!"?
  • In Welsh, the word for beer is cwrw (do remember that w is a vowel). A cuckoo is, unsurprisingly, cwcw, which is a distressingly close thing.
  • The Greek for beer is μπύρα, which is bloody confusing for the linguistically inept mathematician who knows the letters, but not that mu and pi combine to give a b. So actually, they call it beer.
One might have assumed that linguistic Darwinism would have assured that all words relating to beer and its purchase would be unambiguous and easily understood by all: I favour calling it "beer" everywhere.

(The Polish for cuckoo is kukułka.)

Sunday, 16 June 2013

Safle bws encore

I have in the past had cause to remark on the bus-stops of Aberystwyth:

Now - to my surprise and delight, the rarest of events just outside my own house! Over a period of months, the authorities [sic] have erected a fine new stop some 25 yards east of the previous; nobody is sure why. Endless hours of fun are to be had watching putative customers deciding which one actually works - the same confusion afflicts the bus drivers.

We know of no plans ro remove the "old" one.

Saturday, 15 June 2013

The best pub in Llandudno

We travel to Llandudno, a town of over-high buildings where the model aeroplane enthusiasts dress their craft as seagulls and rare cable-hauled trams run amok in the streets.

Those habitual liars Trip Advisor tell you the best pub in town is a place I will not name, to avoid risk of libeling. With minimal effort we found two contenders in The Cottage Loaf and The Albert - who knows how many more and better there may actually be?

They also undersing one of the country's most exceptional ancient monuments where you can see blissfully happy people excavating malachite, to impede the parking of cars.

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

The Fields Medal, Goldbach, Twin Primes and fraud

A wonderful month for number theorists: the Weak Goldbach Conjecture is proved [Helfgott], and an enormous inroad is made to the Twin Prime Conjecture [Zhang]. Neither advance owes anything to me.

Kevin then posed an interesting question: is the Fields Medal awarded in the year of the work that merits it? If so, wouldn't you be pissed off to make an advance of huge stature to be pipped by someone else?

I'll delay my publication of a proof of the Riemann Hypothesis until next year, just in case.

More productively, we thought about manufacturing a facsimile of a Fields Medal using the underused 3D printer in Gwyddoniaeth Gyfrifiadurol at Prifysgol Aberystwyth and taking it turns to wear it during excursions to the pubs of Aber.

Kevin, incidentally, is runner-up in the World Outdoor Cribbage Championship.

Friday, 12 April 2013

A tasteful question about M Thatcher's demise

In some parts of the world, care is taken to ensure that places closely associated with less popular ex-leaders do not evolve into shrines attended by the misguided.

Is it true that Grantham is to be demolished?

Friday, 5 April 2013

Mulholland Boyle Leeds Paediatric Surgery Admirals Earl of Orrery

On the BBC this morning, Greg Mulholland MP said (I paraphrase), "Roger Boyle needs to account for his actions".

He meant the other one.

I think. For the record, he is "Professor Sir Roger Boyle", while I am "Visiting Professor Boyle", an eternal disappointment to my sisters. If this baffles you, compare the issue with the hierarchy of Admirals.

(I'm fairly sure Mulholland wasn't referring to the other other one, or indeed his son, also blessed with my name.)

Friday, 1 March 2013

Refugees and the Ace Cafe

There is a route from mid-Kent to West Wales that takes in Liverpool Street station and Stonebridge Park. While not the most direct, it affords two sightseeing opportunities.

  1. The Kindertransport memorial at Liverpool Street is only 7 years old: it commemorates the welcoming into Britain of large numbers of Jewish refugees - predominantly children - very shortly before WW2 began. A slick operation saw some thousands received who would very probably otherwise have perished.

    In truth, the sculpture of some children with their few belongings I did not find very striking, but there's no denying the strength of the sentiment.

    As Andrea Hammel noted, "How would it be if 10000 refugee children turned up in the UK today? What would their welcome be?". The Daily Mail would surely have a view.

  2. 2013 marks the 75th anniversary of the Ace Cafe beside the North Circular at Stonebridge Park: it's famous for being, still, a bikers'/drivers' caff in just the place where such a thing is needed.

    Inside, the experience is of a place that is a monument to itself rather than a cafe, but it's still fun. It's deplorably tidy and clean, with far too many notices promoting Safety (and a few promoting Health). Holding a train ticket from Ashford to Aberystwyth, I had to do some talking to be allowed to alight at the Stonebridge rail station, but it was well worth it. You get a cracking view of the N Circ, and the pointless Wembley Stadium.

    If I'd really been in the groove, I'd have had bacon and eggs &c &c, but actually settled for a pint of Beck's Vier and meatballs in spaghetti (on logo'ed china).

Monday, 21 January 2013

The Cheltenham Bayshill: thoroughly saved

When I lived in Cheltenham (1978-79), I visited many pubs (although there is nothing special about Cheltenham in this regard). Head and shoulders above them all was The Bayshill, and when I visited last week I was delighted to find that it remains a top-grade drinking hole in the middle of town.

During my brief tenure as regular there was a demolition scare: it being the sort of place that attracts those sort of people, some musically inclined locals immediately founded The Bayshill Rollers (yes, it's a pun) to release Save The Bayshill, which I bought. The B-side is the rarely heard Cheltenham Ladies - the College Ladies were a frequent topic of conversation in the pub. Presumably they still are.

(Actually this is at least partly nonsense. The Rollers had existed for some time under the name Decameron, a Cheltenham Arts College band founded by Dave Bell and Johnny Coppin, still extant in the early 2000s.)

It was splendid to see a copy of the disc mounted on the pub wall. Alongside it was a picture of the public bar mural which had featured a number of well known locals (not me - insufficient length of service). It photographs badly but fourth from the right (bow tie) is Aubrey Lewis, with whom I used to work at GCHQ. He was 60-ish in those days, drank beer prodigiously, and smoked lots of Capstan Full Strength cigarettes: a model for us all.

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

On age, perfection, semi-primality and being 142

Some years ago, the Frau was 28 years old: one day she became 29 and I cockily wrote in her birthday greeting "No longer perfect, but irreducible", and since that date have paid close attention to the primality or otherwise of our respective ages.

She was pleased and impressed when I noted that both before and after our recent birthdays (many thanks for your cards and gifts), both our ages were semiprime: which is to say all four numbers have precisely 2 prime factors (but you knew that already).

Which leads to the obvious questions:

  1. What is the density of semiprimes?
  2. What is the density of consecutive semiprimes: in particular is it asymptotically >0?
It took some web-searching to determine that an answer to the first question is
x log log x / log x
- a result I was unable to prove myself that is predictably due to Landau, although this is reported as a poor approximation, and better, less quotable, asymptotic formulae exist.

There does not seem to be a clear answer to the second question, which it need not surprise us pre-occupied the ubiquitous Paul Erdös (did I mention I once beat him at chess?). A simple computer program suggests there are many consecutives, and indeed triples (clearly, 4 in a row is no-go). Heath-Brown has shown there is an infinite number of such pairs [1] but I am unsure of their density.

Anyway, if I live to be 141-142, the pair of us can enjoy this happy numerological event again.


  1. D. R. Heath-Brown, The divisor function at consecutive integers, Mathematika 31, 141–149, 1984.