The Great Storm of 1987

There I was, going home, from work in a cab, at about 3am with dustbins chasing us down the Kings Road. The next morning I was nearly in tears when I saw all the great London Plane trees down in the river at Putney.

Typography

TYPOGRAPHY is a complex and subjective graphic art that is a mystery to some, and a complete unknown to most people.

Yet, it has an effect on our everyday life. During the 1960’s, 70’s and 80’s Britain, arguably, produced the best typography in the world.

Then came the microcomputer, suddenly, the means to typeset and produce printed material was available to everybody.

Taken out of the hands of the professionals, standards plummeted as every garish combination of typeface, size, colour and clip art were crammed into any job down to nightmarish business cards needing a microscope to read the phone numbers.

With the increased training in excellent industry standard programmes such as QuarkXPress, Adobe Illustrator and PhotoShop, standards have, to some extent, clawed themselves back.

But, there is still a long way go.

Palindrome

Why is palindrome not a palindrome?

Kinetic, Action or Intention Tremor

This occurs during voluntary active movement of an upper body part. If action tremor worsens as goal-directed movement approaches its intended target, this is intention tremor (indicative of a cerebellar cause). Associated with brain stem or cerebellar disease, including multiple sclerosis, spinocerebellar degenerations, vascular disease and tumours.

That's what I've got then.

Dyslexia

Why is dyslexia such a difficult word to spell?

Skeggy

That's me second from the right. Every year we went on holiday to bloody Skegness. The place stank because where we stayed there was no flushing lavatory, just a plank with a hole in it and bucket below. Once a week a lorry came around to empty the thing. (circa 1953)

Colt 45

Back in the 70's a new strong lager came out called Colt 45. So, me and my mate Mike went to try it out in a pub down the road.

After being chucked out at closing time we carried each other back to our respective homes, we lived next door to each other.

Next day in our normal local, we met for a hair of the dog. Mike told me his wife was no longer speaking to him. When he had got home the night before, he had safely got into bed and fallen asleep. In the middle of the night his wife was awoken by Mike who had got up and was stumbling around trying to dress. His wife asked him where he was going.

Mike replied "I'd better go home now".