It's bin day tomorrow in Splott.
Please put out your food bin with your red & blue recycling bags & take them back in as soon as possible.
If you've signed up for garden waste collections, please put these out too.
Happy 47th Anniversary of Battlestar Galactica! On this day, May 18, 1979, the original Battlestar Galactica roared into US theaters.
Lorne Greene as Commander Adama, the ragtag fleet, those Cylons, Viper fighters, and that iconic theme — it was pure '70s sci-fi spectacle that launched a franchise and captured imaginations across the galaxy. "So say we all!"
Almost every SCI-FI movie or TV series became a Commodore 64 game, I am shocked Battlestar Galactica was never made that journey. Who else loved the series?
One of my best days at work was visiting a delayed military project and upon being told all was okay saying "perhaps you can tell the SofS himself when he arrives." [alarmed response] "The SofS is coming here?" Someone pipes up at the back "We shall double our efforts" I clapped
When I was a kid… Roy Batty was the face of Guinness.
And these advert ran for ever.
Because..if you’re a company.. and you have a chance to have Rutger Hauer representing your brand.. why wouldn’t you?
HMS Iron Duke spent almost five years in refit, 49 months and 1.7 million man‑hours, at a cost of £103m – sold to the public as a life‑extension that would keep her in front‑line service well into the late 2020s.
Less than three years later she’s been quietly stripped of weapons and sensors, hasn’t been to sea since October, and specialist sites now confirm she’s effectively withdrawn without even the honesty of a formal decommissioning announcement.
That is not a “value for money decision”, it’s a confession of failure in procurement, planning and basic strategic thinking.
Sun is out and so are we! Come and join us for April's litter pick on Sunday 26th April at the junction of Hinton Street and Splott Road! 10am
Let's have a spring clean of Splott! #LoveWhereYouLive
@JereTHokkanen@oldyzach Originally it was supposed to be something like Hocksander. Audible have one of the first versions of Dune by Herbert to download and it is very different.
It's bin day tomorrow in Splott.
This week, it's general (bin or max 3 bags), glass & food bin with red & blue sacks, bring your bags in as soon as can.
If you have the new seagproof bags, please sure they are sealed.
Robert is thirty-six years old. In 1247, this is not young. Robert knows this. His knees know this. His back has known this since approximately 1239.
Robert lives in a village in Worcestershire with his wife Agnes, three surviving children, and two chickens he is not allowed to eat because the chickens produce eggs and the eggs matter more than the chickens.
Today is a Tuesday in March. Robert will describe it as a Tuesday in March. The concept of a 'week' as a unit of leisure is not yet something Robert has access to.
5:00am - Up. Pottage on the fire. The pottage is oats, leeks, and some dried parsnip from the autumn store. There is a small piece of salted pork in it, approximately the size of Robert's thumb. It is mostly flavouring. Robert eats around it for as long as possible, then eats it, then thinks about it for the rest of the morning.
6:00am - Field. Robert works the lord's strip first, then his own. The ground is still cold. His boots have a hole. He has had the hole since October. He has packed it with rags. The rags are wet. They will remain wet until June.
Robert is technically eating a plant-based diet. He is not doing this by choice. He is doing this because meat belongs to the lord, the deer belong to the king's forest, and the last man in this village who was caught with an unlicensed rabbit spent a period in the stocks that his family still doesn't fully discuss.
10:00am - Brief rest. Rye bread, hard. A small onion. Robert thinks about the pig that was slaughtered in November. He thinks about this often. The memory of fat is a specific and enduring thing when you don't have much of it.
1:00pm - Back to the field. Robert's average daily calorie intake is somewhere between 1,500 and 2,000 calories, the majority from grain. He is doing agricultural labour that modern exercise scientists would classify as extremely high intensity. He is, measurably, running on insufficient fuel. He is aware of this in the way that you are aware of things that cannot be changed: completely, and without drama.
4:00pm - Home. Agnes has made more pottage. It is similar to this morning's pottage. Robert eats it. Robert's teeth hurt. They have hurt for two years. There is no dentist. There is a barber-surgeon in the market town seven miles away. Robert cannot afford the barber-surgeon and cannot take the day from the fields. His teeth continue to hurt.
7:00pm - Sleep. Robert will be awake again at five. He is thirty-six. He will probably not see forty. The leading cause of death for men in his position is a combination of infection, injury, and the slow arithmetic of malnutrition across a lifetime.
Somewhere, eight hundred years from now, someone will describe Robert's diet as "ancestral," "plant-forward," and "aligned with the earth."
Robert would have a great deal to say about this.
Robert does not have the energy.