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Norwich Castle

A couple of weekends ago (well, three by now) Janet and I headed for a little break in Norwich (I was tempted to title this post “Ha’ yer fa’r got a dickey, bor?” but we didn’t really hear that broad an accent, and certainly no one enquiring about my father’s ownership of a donkey). We saw a couple of cathedrals, some pubs, a market, an old hall, a restaurant and some swans.

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Went with the pixie to see the latest cinematic offering, Inception. Warning: There may be minor spoilers ahead (and maybe one major, though it’s fairly obviously signposted in the film).

Inception certainly has an interesting idea. Through a combination of sedation and drug cocktails people are able to enter shared dream states. This allows operatives to steal ideas or information from the subconscious of the target. There’s a lot of waffle about dream architects and such but frankly the idea is skimmed over in pretty much the same way as the origin details of this shared dreaming (with that catch all of having something to do with the military).

Much harder than taking something out of someone’s mind it turns out is to give them an idea—described as an inception (which means beginning—I’m not sure why Insertion wasn’t considered a better choice of word). This forms the basis for the troubled lead character to assemble his team to attempt such a difficult task, on the basis that this will win him the freedom to return home

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AS the 2010 World Cup draws to a close, it seems it has come time to talk about technology (or the lack of it) in football once again. Being an England fan, with a goal which never was to our name, you might think I’d be screaming for goal line technology, instant replays, and the referee to be a robot. The fact is, however, that I’m screaming almost the opposite.

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There’s a fun fair in the park up the road at the moment. Janet and I have been to investigate on a couple of nights. Apart from having goldfish in plastic bags, which everyone I’ve spoken too seemed to think was banned, they have a few rides. Janet made me go on a waltzer, which got me bored and hurt my back (I really don’t do rides). She went on a few more though, so at least she enjoyed herself.

Can’t see the Flash? You could always grab the AVI version.

This is more a note to myself than anything else, but just to say commenting on the photo galleries has been disabled for the time being. It was receiving a stupid amount of spam of late (and unlike this blog has little in the way of spam capture so was publishing said spam). Enabling CAPTCHA didn’t seem to help so comments are off until I look into it further.

It was hot, er, a weekend or so ago (a week yesterday to be exact—it does take me some time to manage to write anything). Janet and I went for a picnic in Lloyd Park (the “wrong way” on the tram). We’d enjoyed our last trip there so it seemed a good place to head for armed with a bag full of sandwiches, chicken and wine. And of course because it was a picnic we just had to take Mr Ted!

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