Oh, I like this! The Star Wars Trilogy in two minutes and a bit.
Month: May 2010
Weekend Walk Video 15 – Cocking to Duncton
Duncton. The best village name ever. I’m not biased.
From the village of Cocking, onto Heyshott and Graffham Downs. Mainly through woods this time. Then down the West Sussex Literary Trail past Duncton Mill to the Cricketers Pub.
The drizzle started pretty much as soon as I got on the high ground and didn’t much let up. Got steadily soaked, especially when walking through the drenched rape crop.
All new territory, deeper into West Sussex.
Little Horny (97/365)
More Sky Flowers (96/365)
Jack Johnson – You and Your Heart
Jack went long and hairy! Nice song, nice video:
Fragrant and Hot Marxism
Chinglish funny for mirth!
Portable Polling Station (95/365)
Near Petersfield
44 (94/365)
This historic opportunity must not be missed
A great prize could await Britain this week: a change that could reinvigorate and re-legitimise our politics in the same manner as the great Reform Acts of previous centuries. It is that prize, above all, that we would urge all our readers to keep at the forefront of their minds when they go to the polls tomorrow. It is time to use our rotten voting system (for what we fervently hope will be the last occasion) to change the system – and deliver a new politics.
The Trees of Brockwood – The Other Magnolia (93/365)
Bluebells, Moon’s Spinney (92/365)
(David) Cameron is an Avatar
Brooker on Cameron:
He isn’t even a man; more a texture-mapped character model. There’s a different kind of software at work here, some advanced alien technology projecting a passable simulation of affability; a straight-to-DVD retread of the Blair ascendancy re-enacted by androids. Like an ostensibly realistic human character in a state-of-the-art CGI cartoon, he’s almost convincing – assuming you can ignore the shrieking, cavernous lack of anything approaching a soul. Which you can’t.
I see the sheen, the electronic calm, those tiny, expressionless eyes . . . I glimpse the outlines of the cloaking device and I instinctively recoil, like a baby tasting mould. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t see a power-crazed despot either. I almost wish I did. Instead, I see an avatar. A simulated man with a simulated face. A humanoid. A replicant. An Auton. A construct. A Carlton PR man who’s arrived to run the country, and currently stands before us, blinking patiently, blank yet alert, quietly awaiting commencement of phase two. At which point, presumably, his real face may finally become visible.
via The party leaders’ public personas | Charlie Brooker | Comment is free | The Guardian.
The Centre At Dusk (91/365)
Weekend Walk: Steep and Ashford Chace
Starting at the village of Steep, near Petersfield in Hampshire. We parked next to the church, just next to Bedales School, attended by Lily Allen, Daniel Day-Lewis and John Wyndham. Just the three of them. In a class together. The church has an interesting wood beamed tower, with tile cladding.
It was a sunny morning, and walking through the woods was delightful. Such abundance of new growth, and the bluebells near their full glory.
This area between Ashford Hangers and Petersfield is known as Little Switzerland. Very little. But quite charming. The hangers rise sharply to the north west.
I like how the puce of the smaller tree brings out the colour of the copper beech’s new leaves:
Back into the woods and across Ashford Stream. Dappled light all around.
Curious (90/365)
There were four sisters, snuffling and grunting in the soft earth. They liked to eat bark and when one of them ate a stick, another had to have a go at it. They were making happy sounds and had a good area to live in among the trees at Steep Marsh Farm.













