Tuesday, April 29, 2008

I thought I was finished with The Life of Brian but I discovered that when viewed with Internet Explorer 7 thumbnails were not expanding when left clicked. I traced the problem to some peculiarity of the host so I've moved it all again.

That function is OK on the new host but I'll have to run through the site to see if there is anything it objects to. I wonder how this one handles "porn".

Here's a photo I took in Leith Walk the other day to mirror a photograph taken from the same spot of tramlines being laid in 1904.

The old photo is here on www.capitalcollections.org.uk and is copyright. I've been a good little boy and asked for permission to copy it into this blog for comparison but that has not been forthcoming yet.

The modern photo is of preparations rather than the laying of the lines but when that gets going in 2010 or whenever I'll be out there snapping.
It's a great day for The Life of Brian. I've reached the millennium. There are a few inconsistencies with the presentation that I'd like to iron out but I shall resist the temptation to tinker and leave it alone till the autumn.

The summer focus has to be on golf.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I didn't panic but I filled my tank all the same so that I can get at least halfway to Dover, where there should still be supplies, if Scotland suffers a month long petrol shortage.

Wasn't it Alastair Darling who admitted that Northern Rock depositors were acting rationally when they rushed to withdraw their savings despite assurances from on high that all would be hunky-dory?

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Going
Going
Gone

Sunset September 1998 somewhere in Syria

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

I've finished moving my website to its new home and have confirmed that my URLs now point to the new space.

I will get on with adding content as soon as I've got rid of the little translation job I'm doing for Patrick. He and his chums want to attract more English speaking sailors to a rally they organise so intend to create an English version of this website. I'm doing the words.

Will The Life of Brian get to the millennium before the Iles du Soleil sailors get to Afuã ?

Monday, April 14, 2008

I had some trouble with porn yesterday.

I was moving bits of my website to its new host. I found one page that simply wouldn't display after the move. I checked and re-checked that the appropriate files were there and that no links were misspelt etc etc. Eventually it dawned on me that it was probably the host's page filtering routine that had found something it didn't like. And indeed it proved to be the word "porn".

My old host didn't mind "porn" but wouldn't let you say "hotmail", although it tolerated "hot male".

What's porn doing on my website anyway? See for yourself here.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

I've been reading a book recently about the dispute between Newton and Leibnitz as to which of them was the inventor of calculus. I shan't spoil the undoubted pleasure you would get from "The Calculus Wars" by Jason Bardi by so much as hinting at the answer but will share with you some of the incidental knowledge I gained.

While having fun in Paris Leibnitz reluctantly accepted an appointment as counsellor to the Duke of Hanover because he needed the money, and although he dragged his heels for a couple of years he eventually turned up in Hanover in 1676 and spent 40 years raking it in, working polymathically and enthusiastically on behalf of his boss and twice as hard in pursuit of his own intellectual interests.

One of the jobs he took on soon after his appointment was to write the history of his boss's family. His estimate was a couple of years work but in fact it was still incomplete when he died in 1716.

I often feel that my much slighter "Life of Brian" website is going the same way. I've now filled up all the free webspace I had and have been looking around for more. I've found what surely will be enough for me but of course I'm having to transfer all the data. That's not entirely straightforward even now that after a couple of days I've resolved various technical issues. But I have to change every single page in one way or another so it is not the work of an instant.

I'm taking the opportunity to get rid of the frame structure thus removing barriers to search engines, and to create links straight to every show and every year on the site directly from the first page.

Until I've copied it all to the new space The Life of Brian will be where it always has been but if you'd like a sneak preview click here . Be warned that some links are dead ends.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008


This is the view from the house I shared with other members of the 4.48 Psychosis company in Kelso at the weekend. It's also where our hopes of taking the show on to Inverness ended up.

But there is life after death. Most of the company are already embarked on another show and I'm reading plays in anticipation of 2009.

For a full debrief on the SCDA theatrical high jinks at Kelso see Plaything.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

An irritating beeping noise early in the morning is bad enough but on the morning that the clocks have gone forward it's an hour worse.

That Sunday at 05.00 GMT my smoke alarm started to beep, but not to protect me from death by burning. There was no cloud of smoke. There was not so much as a wisp in evidence.

Once the brain had cranked into gear I decided that the backup battery (it's a mains connected gadget) was exhausted. I got up on a chair and struggled with the cover while generating a major crick in the neck. It was only an hour or so later once Connor had been roused that I remembered I had a step-ladder, well two actually.

No way could I see how to get it open to get at the battery and stop the infernal beep.

We discussed breaking it apart with a sledgehammer. I'll wait until I can inspect some like it to try to work out how to open it up. It doesn't seem to have the same mechanism as the ones I installed in Mountcastle. Fortunately I was out a lot that day.

On Monday I unsuccessfully looked for a similar alarm but mercy me it didn't beep until just before the electrical shops closed at 5pm. It beeped all night.

Tuesday morning it got too much for me and I started to dismantle the beast and at an early stage snipped some wires to give blissful silence. Once in pieces it was clear how it fitted together.

The next challenge was to find exactly the same model so that the base plate still attached to the mains didn't need to be removed. A combination of internet search and telephone enquiry led me to one in Abbeyhill and in a jiffy all was fixed.