The making of glass is a process that I have always enjoyed watching. It is a perfect marriage of process, engineering, manufacturing and art. I love moving parts, I love seeing machines that make things and love thinking about the engineering, logic, software and hardware that makes these factories go. So when the…
This is the concluding part of the Normandy sub-series within the Punjabi in Paris series. You can, of course, read Part 1 and Part 2. Part 2 has more pictures and even, hold your breath for this one, shaky videos!! We left Ste Mere Eglise after a late lunch / tea of fries,…
Well, you thought maybe you’ve seen the last of The SloWord, that I’d given up writing and inflicting my confusing thoughts on to you, that I’d gone off and got another job and therefore become too busy. You wronged me, for what I’ve been doing is designing a way to make your life easier, much much easier.
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The Story so far This is where we left off at the end of the first part of the Normandy Notes 1: We'd missed the morning's parachute drop re-enactment after an exciting and exhausting drive in. I was thinking wistfully about the stained glass windows of the church in Ste Mere Eglise. One…
Folks keep coming over to read this on a regular basis. They come here because they're searching for the answer to the question: "Can I use mustard oil to season a cricket bat". The answer is very simple. Please, do yourself a favour and don't even think about it. Your bat will thank…
Time to reblog an old(er) story. Since all my stories are (essentially) true, I have no qualms about recycling them every Thursday. I suspect some of my newer readers (Ha!) may have missed these gems and I cannot stand by and not bring some joy into their lives. Altruistic - that's the word.…
Given the spate of mini-reunions I went to last month and given it's Thursday, I think a reblog of this one and only formal school reunion I ever attended may be appropriate.
So I'm back from Kolkata or Calcutta, as it used to be and will ever be for some, like me. It was a crowded trip, with remembrance services, weddings, school and college reunions interspersed with sporadic maintenance shopping. ( I'll have to explain that some other day, that "maintenance" thing.) It was three…
The phone rang in the very early morning hours of Dec 17th, a Sunday. In the USA it was still Saturday, Dec 16th. I rose from the warm bed and padded out into the cold hall to the phone. I heard the pips that foretold a transatlantic call, waited for my oldest brother's…
It has been a long time. Yet, it seems just like just the other day the Slo-Man was young, slim and gormless instead of what he is today, middle-aged, fat and gormless. This is one of those momentous posts that are now given to the Slo-Man to write. For this marks an…