Monthly Archives: June 2008

Camber Sands everywhere

IMG_0893Camber Sands in June can be a little early in the season for excitement. The schools are still in so the beaches are pretty empty, and the various entertainments, if they can be so called, are still rousing themselves from their winter slumber.

The weather, however, can be relied upon to be its usual all-or-nothing self. Last year we had the great Camber Storm, as nobody else called it. This year god let rip with mighty gusts of wind, enough to whip sand into all available crevices, but not enough to stop our usual game of boules on Sunday.

After last year’s encouraging fourth place, my boulez skillz deserted me this time; I was rubbish.

Camber appeared to be hosting a Fifties Throwback day, with the fish’n’chip shop full of gentlemen just too large for their jeans and checked shirts and ladies just too small for their hair. Sadly my attempts at papping them failed miserably, you’ll have to take my word.

All my successful and otherwise identikit photos are in the usual place.

In OMG It’s All Different news: The garage next to Gilchrist’s is gone, fenced off and presumably to be reborn as something other than scrubland. The old Royal William pub is now pseudo-Art Deco eco-housing, but Passing Man With Dog said the eco bits were eco-broken. And Arnold Palmer’s Putting Course is now a poppy field, resting gently before the builders sprinkle Arnold Palmer’s Affordable Housing all over it.

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The (Attribute) Clash

Better quality on Vimeo, but it’s OK embedded:

Very Kraftwerk:

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Cryptanalytic Relief

Bletchley Park arguably shortened World War II by two years. Or was it World War 2 by II years? No matter. Its existence was secret, its cryptanalysis, code-breaking and pioneering computer development classified for thirty years. The work of Alan Turing and others was as important to the war effort as anything achieved by men in khaki with pointy sticks and the other primitive weaponry of you puny humans. (Of course, Britain repaid Turing by making his life hell and eventually causing him to kill himself, but that’s another rant.)

Bletchley Park is a museum today, run by a charity, the Bletchley Park Trust. It receives no money from the government or the Heritage Lottery Fund at present. It’s started a Save Bletchley Park petition webchez Gordon Brown, which will I’m sure result in platitudes but no actual, hard cash.

So I’ve donated directly. It’s a manky system and you need to make an account with them to actually part with electrocash, but hey.

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