My Head Hurts!

In the past few months I have been waking up with a sore head - some times it was with nausea. It always seemed to happen on a Saturday morning, and the other funny thing was that there was the same person with me the night before - I therefore describe him as a beer monster and I think that what I was suffering from was a hangover - something that I have not experienced on a regular basis since I was a student - a few decades ago!

I once asked a friend, who is a very clever fella, why a drink could not be invented that made people act stupid and dribble and talk rubbish but not make them feel like dirt in the morning! He went on to explain the science of alcohol and how when we drink it opens up the blood vessels in the brain allowing more oxygen to reach our thinking centre. With the added oxygen our brains goes into overdrive, hence the talking rubbish, thinking that we are the cleverest person in the world and that we are god's gift.

The problems arise the following morning - when according to my clever friend the vessels that once helped the oxygen flow to the brain were now contracting and causing pain in the process! This is called a hangover.

My only problem with this conversation is that I cannot remember if I had it before, during or after a hangover!

Letter from America

I often wonder what Alistair Cooke would make of Blogging. For those of you who don't know Alistair Cooke had a long running show on BBC Radio. Each week he reported to the UK his interpretation of events happening in America. His first letter was in March 1946 and he retired in March 2004, unfortunately he died later that month.

In a bizarre way I feel that he was the first real blogger and I think that later in his career some clever fella at the BBC was actually putting his letters on to a weblog on the BBC website.

The reason I was thinking about this was that he referred to his audience as "my dear listener", a term that I recently came across again while reading L.A. Confidential (a book that my wonderful wife recommended to me, and it is a very good gritty read). It is set in 1950s LA and features a celebrity gossip magazine which too refers to it's readers as "dear readers".

I think that this term has fallen out of favour with the press and radio, so I think that I will try to use it more.

So my dear readers (if anyone will actually read this is another thing!) this is the end of my wittering for today.

New Game Idea

This wittering popped into my head as I was sitting in traffic on my into work this morning. Altough, it has been buzzing around up there for some time.

It is an idea for a new 2 player console / PC game. The idea is that one player is the driver with the aim of getting around a track or a town or perhaps somthing just to get to acheive a goal. The other player is a road clearer (I have not quite worked out a good title for that role yet). Their role is to smack other cars out of the road with a giant pair of hands which clears the cars off the road and allows the driver to move forward.

Talk about a cure to road rage!

Inspiration Strikes!

Have you ever thought about inspiration..? Why does it strike certain people and not others..?

I read an interesting bit in a book about this once - I cannot remember the actual book but I think that it was penned by Terry Pratchett, he of the discworld novels!

His theory was that inspiration and ideas ane constantly flooding the earth (or Discworld in his case) in particles, in a similar way that radiation emanates from a lump of atomic waste. In the majority of cases the inspiration particles just hit the earth - but occasionally they enter a head.

Now this is where it gets tricky - does the inspiration just randomly bounce around the skull and then either fizzle out or escape out an ear? Or does the person act on that idea grasp it understand it and use it?

However it does not stop there - the problem that we all face is understanding what to do with that idea that has just collided with our cranium. We all could get the idea how to cure cancer, or turn grass cuttings into a power source, but if we don't have the relevant knowledge to understand what to do then the idea is just wasted. It is a shame, but that cow you passed in the field on the way to work this morning could have just had an idea of breaking the speed of light!

My 1st Witter

Well this is my first Random Witter - if that is an actual verb (or 'doing word' as it was referred to when I was at school).

This is all my wife's idea - she said the other night that if I ever wrote a book it should be called Random Witterings. It would seem that every so often I start wittering about somthing that does not interest her is the slightest and she has often been heard to mutter "I am going to regret asking this!"

So this is for you my love!