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Uncle Nolli’s Astro-Tarot-Feng Shui Horoscopes

This week:


Leo: 23 July-23 August:

A good week for going with the flow and taking up ice hockey.
Tuesday could present a surprise in the shape of a giant snail.
Wednesday is a good day for laundry and cycling, but be sure to wear an orange canvas hat on Friday.

Lucky condiment: HP Sauce

Bernard Cornwell – Official Site

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http://www.bernardcornwell.net/index2.cfm?page=1&seriesid=1

https://www.bernardcornwell.net

also he has an amazon page

Here’s forty shillings on the drum
For those who’ll volunteer to come
To ‘list and fight the foe today.
Over the hills and far away.

O’er the hills and o’er the main.
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain.
King George commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.

When duty calls me I must go
To stand and face another foe.
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away.

If I should fall to rise no more,
As many comrades did before,
Then ask the fifes and drums to play.
Over the hills and far away.

Then fall in lads behind the drum,
With colours blazing like the sun.
Along the road to come-what may.
Over the hills and far away.

O’er the hills and o’er the main.
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain.
King George commands and we obey.
Over the hills and far away.

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A Power Grid for the Hydrogen Economy

Cryogenic, superconducting conduits could be connected into a “SuperGrid” that would simultaneously deliver electrical power and hydrogen fuel

From the page:
“It is not at all clear, moreover, how well today’s infrastructure could support the rapid adoption of hybrid vehicles that draw on electricity or hydrogen for part of their power. And because the power system must continuously match electricity consumption with generation, it cannot easily accept a large increase in the unpredictable and intermittent power produced from renewable wind, ocean and solar resources.

We are part of a growing group of engineers and physicists who have begun developing designs for a new energy delivery system we call the Continental SuperGrid. We envision the SuperGrid evolving gradually alongside the current grid, strengthening its capacity and reliability. Over the course of decades, the SuperGrid would put in place the means to generate and deliver not only plentiful, reliable, inexpensive and “clean” electricity but also hydrogen for energy storage and personal transportation.”

See also:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrogen_economy

It’s about time we got the Hydrogen Economy going in earnest, once we do we can let the Middle East sort out it’s own problems.

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Uncle Nolli’s Astro-Tarot-Feng Shui Horoscopes

This week:

Gemini: 22 May-21 June:

Paving stones and tinned fish look set to play a significant part in your life next Saturday afternoon. That would be the effect of Pluto, the planet of patio redesign, entering Capricorn, the sign of cat food.

Lucky confectionery: Spangles (Olde English flavour)

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Roger Keith “Syd” Barrett (January 6, 1946 – July 7, 2006)

Syd Barrett, the troubled founding member of Pink Floyd, has died aged 60, after living the life of a recluse for the last 30 years.

A source close to the band, who did not want to be named, said Barrett died on Friday. Media reports say complications from diabetes were the cause.

Barrett’s bizarre on-stage antics in the late 1960s were linked to his experimentation with psychedelic drugs, and he left the band in 1968.

The singer, songwriter and guitarist, who wrote the bulk of Pink Floyd’s earliest music, has been credited with helping shape its progressive sound and influencing artists including David Bowie.

He wrote most of the songs on Pink Floyd’s first album “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn”, which was a hit in Britain, and also worked on “A Saucerful of Secrets”, released in 1968.

Barrett issued his first solo album, “The Madcap Laughs”, in 1970, with backing from members of Pink Floyd and Soft Machine, but his involvement in music had ended by the mid-1970s and he has lived the life of a recluse ever since.

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Ron Manager

‘It’s a far cry from small boys in the park, jumpers for goalposts. Isn’t it? Mmmmm. Marvellous.’

“Football Commentator: Well, Ron Manager, once again the pace and the tempo of that first half totally dictated by the boy wonder, Ryan Giggs.

Ron Manager: Cor, Ryan Giggs, you know? Giggsy, isn’t it? Mmm? Giggsy-wiggsy? Mmm? Oh! Ryan-y Giggsy-wiggsy. Isn’t it? You know, marvellous.

Tommy: Is he the new George Best?

Ron Manager: Is George Best the old Ryan Giggs? But Giggsy-wiggsy. Precocious talent, isn’t he? Mmm? Ooh, got it all, you know? Speed, acceleration, sweet left foot, all the tricks – the dummy, the drop of the shoulder, the shimmy, nutmeg, jiggery-pokery, hocus pocus, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya. Steve Miller Band? Spin Doctors? Ooh, very similar.

Football Commentator: Thank you, Ron. Now, Tommy, it’s interesting to see the diamond formation being used again.

Ron Manager: Diamond formation? Does anyone really know what that is? I mean, at least you knew where you were with Alf Ramsey’s wingless wonders. You know? 4-4-2, 4-2-4, 4-3-3…0898 654000, freephone double glazing?

Football Commentator: You’ve lost me there, Ron. Not sure about that particular formation. But, Tommy, do we need structure? Look at the Brazilians.

Ron Manager: Oh, those Brazilians, you know? Circa 1970? Broke the mould. Theory out the window. Free expression of football. Uncategorisable. Is that a word? It is now! You know? Far cry from small boys in the park, jumpers for goalposts. Rush goalie. Two at the back, three in the middle, four up front, one’s gone home for his tea. Beans on toast? Possibly, don’t quote me on that. Marvellous. “

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Gruts for Tea
by Ivor Cutler (January 15, 1923 – March 3, 2006)

“Hello, Billy, teatime! Gruts for tea! – Billy! Billy! Come on, son. Gruts for tea! Fresh gruts!”

“Oh, I don’t want gruts for tea, Daddy.”

“What? I went out specially and got them for you.”

“Aw, but Daddy, we had gruts yesterday.”

“Look, son, I walked seven miles to the High Wood to get you gruts. That’s fourteen miles in all, counting the journey back, and you don’t want gruts? I fried them for you. Fried gruts – mm – I fried them in butter.”

“I don’t want them, Daddy. Daddy, we’ve had gruts for three years now. I’m fed up with gruts. I don’t want them any more. Daddy, can’t we have something else for tea?”

“Oh, son! Gruts! They’re lovely.”

“Daddy, I don’t want gruts any more. I hate gruts. I detest them. I have them every day and they’re always fried in butter. Can’t you think of another way of cooking gruts? There’s hundreds of ways of cooking gruts: boil them or bake them or stew them or braise them – but every day – fried gruts. ‘Billy, come in for tea. Fried gruts. I’ve walked fourteen miles. Seven miles to the High Wood and back.’ Three years of gruts. Look what it’s done to me, Daddy! Come here! Come here into the bedroom and look at ourselves in the mirror, you and me. Now look at that!”

“Yes. I see what you mean. Son, let’s not waste these gruts. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the High Wood and get something else.”

“Look, Daddy, you’ve been saying this for three years now. Every day we have this same thing. I take you to the mirror and you say we’ll have something else for tea. What else is there in the High Wood besides gruts?”

“Well, there’s leaves, bark, grass, and leaves. Gruts are really the best. You must admit it.”

“Yes, Daddy, I admit it. Gruts are really the best, but I don’t want them. I hate them. I detest them. In fact I’m going to take this panful of gruts and throw them out.”

“Oh, don’t do that! Don’t throw them out for goodness’ sake! You’ll poison the dog!”