Monthly archives: January 2003


Listener laziness?

Whilst trying to come up with the official Brian soundtrack (as per Ian’s request) I realised that there are very few CDs that I listen to without skipping at least a few tracks. Back in the days of vinyl it took a lot of effort to skip a track, these days you just press a button. The only CD I regularly listen to without skipping tracks is Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. It’s left me wondering if I’m a lazy listener or the musicians are getting lazy, knowing that we will always skip the weakest tracks.


Heavensent Chapter 9, Part 1

The wind was blowing landward, so the first flight had taken off toward the rear of Heavensent. Everything Reed had read about runway ships had emphasised the necessity of launching into the wind, for increased airspeed, but the planks didn�t have the length of the ice ship and needed every advantage they could grab. Out of sight in the dark, the planes stacked in a series of ovals to the west and waited.

A rumble grew from the southeast, where there were two growing glowing yellow clouds. The thickening tower of smoke under the rockets crept up until it caught the rising sun and took on a pink tint. Any crew who could afford the time stopped to watch. After only a few counts the rumble began to die, being replaced by the buzz of aero engines as the first flight followed the rockets into the attack. Reed tugged at Jay�s sleeve and they headed for the briefing room.

There were several large maps on the wall, including a weather chart and breakdown of enemy units. Centrepiece of the room was a large relief map of the coast all the way inland to the glacier. The twin cities were irregularly outlined wood blocks painted grey with pins to show landmarks. The flight crews gathered around the model. Serena was on a small gantry above the terrain, placing white metal ships in the docks behind Stran island. When she dismounted she started conferring with the intelligence officers.

Reed was second flight leader. His crews formed a crescent behind him as he stared at the relief map. Serena and an intelligence officer stood across from them. At the nod from Reed, she began. �Ladies and gentlemen, you all know what we are about to do. It is possibly the single most audacious attack since�. No, actually, this is the single most audacious attack ever.

�There have been some minor changes to the plan for your flight. The first wave is on its way now to follow the rocket attack on Stran island. They have an open remit to hit anything military on the freshwater lake inland from the island and particularly up these tributaries.� Serena used a pointer to trace the fjords carved by long gone glaciers that spoked out from the lake. �They are also tasked with the initial attack on the barracks, which are here, outside Cora, too close to the city to risk an attack as inaccurate as the rockets.

�Your attack is to strike first up the main channel of the fjord toward the twin cities bridges and the glacier. Intelligence tells us that gas filled balloons are being used as flying cranes. A flight of Cicciles has been loaded with incendiary rounds, they will take out the balloons. We are hoping the explosions will also knock some of the cliff face gun positions out of action as well. Half your bombers and ground attack aircraft shall then attempt to destroy the guard huts at either end of the bridges. We believe the structures are set to be exploded. The other half of the flight will turn north over Cora itself. We have received intelligence this morning that there are troop movements into the town for reprisal attacks. They will be in the open, tightly grouped and likely without anti air support. If you can, tear them apart.

Serena studied the map again, checking she had not forgotten anything. �Full details are in your flight plans. Any questions?�

Silence. �Very good. The best of fortune to you all.� She made the sign of the Silver Tower. Reed realised many in his flight repeated the motion. He resisted, giving a simple salute before turning and walking through his men toward the planes. They all pivoted and followed.


Don't Look Back In Anger

The archives are being a little screwy, mislabelling last week and losing the week up to and including my birthday. This is a terrible shame, as that was a vintage week (they’re all vintage weeks at Spinneyhead, but this one was particularly vintage). Go and check it out here.

Tonsillectomy is the second most common surgery of childhood. I could expand upon that, but it’s mean to make fun of a man when he’s ill. Get well soon, Johnny.


Guerrilla News Network – Pattern Recognition Tools

If you want to feel angry, just work your way down this list. It’s mostly stuff I already knew, and mostly about the States, but it always gives me a horrible sinking feeling to know it’s going on. And sitting here using XP and Explorer surrounded by the detritus of my conspicuous consumption, I’m as guilty as any of perpetuating the problem through inaction and neglect.


Alternative Energy

Did you know you can run diesel engines on cooking oil? Actually, I did, because it was on Top Gear a couple of months ago. What I didn’t know was that it is perfectly legal providing, unlike a bunch of chancers in Swansea, you pay duty. This opens up all manner of possibilities. Recycling fryer fat has to be a good thing (what do people do with used fryer fat? Particularly canteens and chip shops.) But then class warfare will break out, I can just see the middle classes insisting that their Volvos will only function with finest extra virgin olive oil in their tanks.


I want my stuff back – part 2

It appears that ONdigital will not be prying Ian’s set-top box from his cold dead fingers after all. Granada and Carlton have agreed to pay for the boxes. Anyone who was daft enough to pay the 40 quid will get their money back. I guess they want to avoid more bad publicity and losing about 1.2 million potential ITV2 viewers and their ad revenues. Also it’s still rumored that they want to build a ‘pay lite’ option using the remaining channels on the ITV and C4/5 multiplexes.


Songs

Inspired by this Observer article, itself inspired by a Nick Hornby essay collection, I’m throwing open a Team Spinneyhead challenge to name and explain favourite and important tracks from our pasts. They don’t have to be ranked, mine are going to tumble out in the order they occur to me.
Stupid Girl by Garbage. An all time favourite for all the right reasons- excellent song, great lyrics, nastiness as pop perfection- and all the wrong ones. Suffice to say there’s a tale, but it’ll make me look all spiteful, childish and bitter. Check out this for art imitating life, so I don’t have to elaborate.
Stress by Jim’s Big Ego (Flash video) The summer of 2000, sitting in a little office downloading songs on company time, doing the bare amount of work and no-one noticing. Little did I know this song was about the year to come.
After The Watershed, Say It With Flowers and The Only Living Boy In New Cross by Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine. Let’s see. I pulled to Watershed (another event recorded for posterity, but less vividly, in fiction), Flowers gave me the title to Sounds of Soldiers and New Cross was a mad bastard driving song for 2001.
I Can’t Imagine The World Without me by Echobelly. Just brilliant. This lot arrived in 93/94 and were only overshadowed by Oasis. As great as the Burnage boys were, Echobelly deserved far more attention than they got.
Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve) by The Buzzcocks. Pretty much sums up my relationship with the subject of Stupid Girl.
Small Blue Thing by Suzanne Vega. Ah, first love. So sweet, so innocent, so utterly, utterly embarassing. Dedicated to Amy Hunter, who I had the biggest unrequited crush on when I was seventeen.
I’m Not In Love by 10cc. Because I’m just a disgusting, soppy romantic.
Don’t Let Me Down Gently by The Wonderstuff. Loud, loud, loud, fun, fun ,fun.
Let It Be by The Beatles. September 13th 2001. I was living with a guy who knew people who worked in the WTC, but I was far too fucked up by work to be any use or comfort. The radio alarm went off and I hit the snooze button, but got up anyway. When the radio came back on it was this song and I just stopped what I was doing and cried.
There are more, but I think I’ll save them for another post.


Out Of Fashion And A Trifle Uncool

My second shareware nove is now up. Read it, enjoy it, give me some money if you’re generous.

Out Of Fashion And A Trifle Uncool is edited from the version that appeared on the site in 2001 as part of Ten Years Asleep. Follow Gareth, Derek and Paul through pub crawls, a wedding, a funeral and the big University reunion.


Small World

Following the link in this piece at BoingBoing, I found myself in a whole dolls house and miniatures subculture. A world where fantasy and accuracy collide in the same collection, full of twee anthropomorphic animals, incredibly detailed history, intricate tree houses and huge wizard’s colleges. Of course, being the dirty minded type, any house I built would be home to dolls that were a little more, well, nude.


Heavensent- Chapter 8, Part 8

The two old coastal supply ships had never merited names in their previous lives. Now, for their short change of career, they had been christened Rexal and Fedra after the twin mountain gods of legend.

Neither ship was capable of running under its own power. The engine rooms had been stripped of all turbines save those that powered the weapons system that filled the cargo bay. They had been tugged across the ocean by old battleships stripped of their main weapons but bristling with anti airs. After the twins were immolated these old timers were to serve as forward air defence for the invasion fleet.

Rexal and Fedra were ahead of Heavensent and its escorts, steaming towards a predetermined area. Charts were being checked and bearings taken, the last of the twins� skeleton crews disembarked to motor launches and the rockets were ready on their racks. Everyone waited and counted down.

The two old ships and their tugs tacked into the fire zones. From here the pre-calculated trajectories and limited guidance systems of the rockets would land warheads on and around Stran island. Bank by bank, the motors lit and projectiles lifted from the ships.

With the last of the missiles gone, the twins were lost in their own noxious fog banks. As they emerged it was obvious their lives were over. Rexal was already listing where leaked fuel had ignited and punched a hole below the waterline and, like Fedra, was on fire for most of its length. The launch areas were well clear of the oncoming invasion fleet, so the old ships were cut loose and left to their fates.