Warming Up

A tweet I saw today predicted a crash between the Andromeda Galaxy and the Milky Way within 4 to 5 billion years from now. I would appreciate a more accurate time frame. Any point in a billion years is a bit vague. Can they get me a specific date so I can arrange to get away from the crash point. What’s the point in science if they can’t give us the full information?

As a fan of the Young Ones I was interested to read this article about the flash frames that came up in the second series. I vaguely remember being intrigued by these so it’s nice to finally get the punchline forty years on. Though terrifying that the Young Ones is that old. I guess we may not be the young ones very long. In fact we definitely weren’t.

It reminded me that we put some flash frames into Fist of Fun, maybe in tribute to the Young Ones (though I don’t think so) which were remarkably of Stewart and me with no clothes on, pretending to be Greek Gods. I have a feeling that for legal reasons the flash frames had to stay up slightly longer than the truly one frame ones. But I find it pretty insane that we did this and even more insane that one or both of us came up with this idea and one or both of us were happy to go along with it. I recall doing the photoshoot in a garden somewhere and I don’t think I particularly enjoyed the situation. I can’t believe that I did it, let alone Stewart. Perhaps we didn’t anticipate the sharp pause function of a DVD player and expected only blurry videos. And the shadows and nineties pubic hair cover up most of our embarrassments. But if you want to see the penises of two young comedians, then click on this link. Don’t worry. This isn’t a trap to capture perverts.

The decisions of thirty years ago are a mystery to me - perhaps we just liked the idea that our cocks would be on telly. Who knows? Who is the real pervert, the old man looking at the penises of two young men or the young men showing their penises for all the world (who can be bothered to look) to see? Both? Neither? I just don’t know any more.

To be fair the shirts are more embarrassing than the nudity. 

My back and hip are pretty much better so I went out for a run through the stodgy mud, but didn’t have too much energy so crashed out after about 4km. The kids had got a book on making balloon animals and Catie had brought them some balloons, so much of my morning was taken blowing up balloons and tying knots in them and wincing at the almost polystyrene like sound of twisting rubber. My hands smelled strongly of rubber afterwards, which also took me back to my days at the House of Fun.