St. Margaret’s church in the village of Wrenbury in Cheshire.
St. Margaret’s, Wrenbury
Manchester marathon
Piano Recital
Quarry Bank Mill
Tree
RIP, Greg Lake
The wall on which the prophet wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
On Ad Blocking
I use an ad blocker when I can. I’ll often come across sites that notice this and put up little pleas for me to turn it off. I’m sympathetic to their request, of course. In fact, the blocker I use incorporates a whitelist that allows certain ads to show up — ads that don’t go out of their way to piss you off. I’m happy with that, but I’m not going to be turning the whole blocker off off any time soon. Why?
Continue reading “On Ad Blocking”I need a time machine
Thing is, this is actually a pretty embarrassing thing to admit…
Continue reading “I need a time machine”On suspending disbelief
I find the “willing suspension of disbelief” when reading fiction very odd. Not odd that it’s necessary for enjoyment of the story, but that the limits to how much disbelief we will suspend are so variable. The amount of sheer… rubbish… that we can accept in a good book can be enormous, yet at other times we require close adherence to reality.
Case in point: I’m a fan of science fiction and fantasy, so I can readily accept faster-than-light travel, magic and dragons — good grief, I love Doctor Who. I’m currently reading a book that’s a sort of supernatural police procedural, and this requires me to accept demonic possession, archangels on motorbikes, premonition and a few other totally impossible things.
Yet, when it came down to it, the thing I scoffed mightily at (and which has spoiled the book for me) is that the author expects me to believe that the Glastonbury festival takes place at the beginning of April!
Ludicrous idea.
an old grey dog 
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