Bruce & Dick

Here is a story wot I wrote about Batman and Robin – but not as you know them…

Bruce & Dick – PART 1
Bruce & Dick – PART 2



Indy 3


Having just finished watching the first three Indiana Jones movies, for the first time in decades, by way of a box set my partner recently acquired, I currently find it impossible to decide which one is ‘the best.’

Raiders is, no doubt, the most epic – in the proper sense of the word. And the fact that it was the first of the movies gives it a special quality, particularly regarding reliving childhood memories. Also, given that it was the first, it is ironic that it features perhaps the strongest, toughest of female leads (Marion, the owner of a dive-like bar, who can give as good as she gets in a scrap).

Temple of Doom is the darkest, the most sinister, featuring the likes of human sacrifice and child slavery. And it has a satisfyingly smaller, more personal story, less to do with the hunt for treasure, more about saving a small Indian village (although there is the mention of ‘fortune and glory’).

The Last Crusade, which I finished watching yesterday morning, is better that I sort-of-remember. I say ‘sort of,’ as I’m pretty sure I only watched this one previously once or twice, so the minutiae of its plot are not ingrained in my mind, as per the other two. Until it started getting into its stride, on this latest viewing, talking about the Holy Grail and so on, I only really recalled that it had Sean Connery as Indiana’s dad, some horseback action and Nazis. Regarding Dr Henry Jones Senior, I would say that the witty father-son repartee is perhaps the best part of this film. That and the best line/mini-scene in the franchise:

“No ticket!” – after Indiana, dressed as a ticket officer on a zeppelin, threw the Nazi who was after them off the ship.

So… a favourite? Yep, still currently impossible. They’re all pretty formulaic – you know what to expect from an Indiana Jones film, which is as it should be. All have great, memorable action sequences, humour, a sense of magic and mystery, and a rugged self-deprecating hero, who, though old-fashioned in his ways (appropriately so, given the setting), is very root-for-able. Very little to choose between them, but all as much fun as I remember on first and subsequent viewings. So choose I shall not!

I may get around to watching Kingdom of the Crystal Skull again soon. I may, at that point, return herewith for a review…

PS. I have just discovered yet another Indy film is in the offing! He does look good for his age, but not sure if this is pushing the point…

Untitled Indiana Jones Project (2021)


I do like a bit of sci-fi! But I was just wondering, whilst reading one of the stories in Stephen Baxter’s Xeelee: Endurance, in the context of extraterrestrial colonisation and such things, how Earth-born humans would cope with/adapt to the the changes in the subjective passing of time?

The easy answer re those who find themselves living their lives on a starship is to run the starship systems according to Earth time: 24 hour days, 365 day years and so on. But what of pioneer colonisers of other planets? How would we adapt to a planet who’s days are, for example, a few hours longer or a few hours shorter than Earth days? Would we just sleep longer and have longer working days? Or if that planet’s days are longer still, would we split the days into 2, 3 or more Earth days?

I’ve read quite a bit of sf, but I don’t recall such things being particularly mentioned or discussed (except, thinking about it, for the likes of Star Trek’s ‘star dates’) – because surely, when humans start (inevitably?) spreading to other planets, even other star systems, our current system(s) for measuring time would become obsolete…


There’s a new thing on my deodorant. Underneath where it says, ‘anti-perspirant,’ it says, ‘anti-transpirant.’ In my understanding, when something transpires, it happens, so ‘anti-transpirant’ means the deodorant stops something from happening. Which I suppose is kind of true. You know, sweating.

I suppose I could have just googled it…

Always be wary of anecdotal evidence

There is a friend of mine, for example, who said he had irrefutable proof that wearing hats warms up your brain cells too much and reduces your intelligence. He got straight A’s in his GCSEs at school, then trained to be a teacher – but a few years later, when he started wearing hats, he found that he couldn’t remember what a quadratic equation was.

Actually that didn’t happen, I was just making a point.




Having just read this…

The Sims is not escapism

… I felt depressed. I closed the webpage and decided to put it behind me. Then I got thinking a bit. And I decided the author of the article has got his priorities mixed up. I can see his point about The Sims highlighting the endless mundanity of life, but it undeniably does so in a humorous way. In a fun way. Some of the best comedy turns around the sadness, mundanity and dark side of life, and makes it palatable. And through making the negativity palatable, one is better able to appreciate the positive stuff.

So there’s that.

The author also speaks of wasting too much time playing videogames. ‘Wasting’ time? Is there not value in doing things that, at first appraisal, appear meaningless? What of art? What of watching movies, reading books, meditating, staring off into space? All ‘meaningless’ things can, I think, be argued as having meaning. It’s all about context and perspective and whatnot. With videogames, as with gambling… when the fun stops, stop. Then do something else meaningless. Or adopt a puppy. Or something.