||the First of November, 2002|
"The coming of the Second World War spelt the death knell
of the old pier. The theatre was closed in late May 1940 and has never
reopened. The neck of the pier was cut by explosive charges and the pier
head was systematically booby trapped against the feared invasion.
Eventually the booby traps were cleared and, in 1946, the pier was
restored and reopened."
of the West Pier; dramatically defended because Hitler had his eye on the Royal Pavilion.
I thought, for some misinformative reason, that the West Pier had actually
been bombed during the war, but it turns out that it was still
in use as late as the sixties. The dereliction was just apathy, the
local council refusing either to refurbish it or to demolish it when it
started creaking towards disrepair.
21st century renovation seems to be moving onward, disappointingly, although
more of the surrounding seafront than the pier itself.
locals are rightly opposing the beaming
in of glass-and-dayglo shops and restaurants. Doesn't seem to be anyone
campaigning against actual restoration of the pier, though, of carefully
maintaining its desolate, darkly-reflective austerity, and all that. Think
of the starlings.
|National Novel Writing Month
starts today, wildly encouraging people to write 50,000 words for the
sake of it. Personally, I'm declaring the next twelve months to be
Solipsistic Proper-Novel Writing Year; a short story I was working on for
Upsideclone would actually work much
better as a full-length novel, on reflection. Having seen
glorious photos of Brighton's West Pier (via
its focal setting has crystallised, and the inspiration rises...
|For possible future reference: FRELI is a simply-formatted dictionary file
that notes, amongst other things, whether words are nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs
or what have you. But are
random sentence generators
more inherently entertaining if just stocked with a couple of hundred
good-sounding or potentially-amusing words? Should we throw away all other nouns and verbs and just use the word "duck"? [via Leonard]
"Example: Mantisman has Precognition, Tai-Chi and Big, Gnashy Claws. He has 70 Energy at the start of the round, and chooses to assign 20 Energy to his Tai-Chi Power (choosing Plastiqueman as its target), and 50 Energy to Attack and Defense (using Precognition, he can choose how many to assign to each later)."
to Rumble have been rewritten in a spurious
how-I-tend-to-explain-the-game-verbally way. I've been playing it
again this week - good fun to improvise superheroic analogies in a
simple gaming context, and see how they clash and interact with one
|Secure Beneath the Watchful Eyes - a gloriously
subversive poster for London Transport's increased use of CCTV on
buses. Always good to see an idea which someone probably proposed
as a joke ("Let's go for government-knows-best wartime reassurance,
with heavy Orwellian overtones!"), but was sufficiently lost on
or quietly appreciated by the higher echelons for it to reach the
streets. [via Dunx@MCiOS]
"Only a drop has to force its way through, and before long, cracks are
spreading like ants running from a nest. Each imperceptible hairline is
squeezed open into a gash, a fracture, a chasm, and then everything
bursts at once, and you're hit with a crumbling hail of... whatever it
was that used to protect you, and then drowned by a terrible flood of...
whatever it was that it used to protect you from."
A fantastic, frustratingly-delayed take on the Washington sniping,
at Upsideclone - there was a
mounting sense of godhood and light-headed copycatting and where it
could possibly, possibly end; of death-by-sniper eventually becoming
as dully statistical as a car crash. But it's all okay now, with the
two suspects being shuffled off to whichever state can kill
them most efficiently.