- Well done to the Tories
- Covid Policy in 500 Words
- The EU headscarf ruling, or how to undercut your own argument.
- How Great Would This Be?
- A Jet-Lagged R4
- Idée Fixe
- My Rejected Submission for "Thought for the Day"
- A Sense of Proportion
- My missed career as a theologian.
- Big increase in the price of paper ahead.
- Never as planned
- Wat de mens gescheiden heeft
- Found on an old hard drive
- Any sufficiently advanced technology
- "For A Successful Life"
- Awash with rage
- Watch, anyone?
- Stand Up for What You Believe in, or Maybe Not
- Convert Now, Before You Change Your Mind
- That Time of Year
- Group Smarts
- The Final Copernican Revolution
- The Long March
- Dalton's Beetle
- No problem
Today I went for a stroll down the woods. A glistening heap of metal caught my eye. There, in the middle of a clearing lay a heap of watches. All of them ran, but some were fast. Others were slow or started ticking faster as they warmed in my hands. Some were thicker, some thinner. Some were too large to fit on my wrist, others too small to be readable. Upon close inspection, they all turned out to be different. No two were identical.
I surmise they were made by a very unintelligent watch maker. Instead of sitting down behind a sheet of paper and running through calculations, he must've been making one after the other, throwing out each one he couldn't sell, thus slowly honing his watchmaking skills.
At least I think there was a watchmaker involved, because I haven't seen the watches reproduce of their own accord.
Tuesday 18 October 2011