Dear Dennis,
My goodness and;
you’re right! And;
It’s sprout gas and ;
I was wondering what it was!
I’m sure the sir Rita knows you’re grateful – it’s what keeps him going. He doesn’t need your thanks or praises just gratitude and then he knows it’s all been worth while. The Turk and I tried the michaelwave but what with his jumper and scarf and all, there was no way he was going in that! Pickles yes pickles “Brunette, get me my sweet piccalilli!” How do you heat your pickled onions? I find a dreamy spit on cocktail sticks over a flaming Christmas pud does the trick, that or the first use of the foot massage bath in front of that film.
Well I’m probably not going to email again this side of Christmas as I’m sure you have very important things to be getting on with. I know I have! ‘Her’ mother will be coming over and I’ve not yet drilled and screwed the saucepan rack to the wall, she gave us last time I relented and allowed her in the house.
Toodle pip old mate, hope the slippers fit
23 December 2005
22 December 2005
22/12/2005
Dear Dennis,
Aye, abandon hope all ye who enter here … and all that.
I have now this evening broken up for Christmas. I plan to spend the evening supping Cavonia and Ginger Wine and growling at carol singers who dare darken our step without the complete and seasonal regalia and extended song-sheets. Our boss (a scotchman by trade) gave me a seasonal gift of Tesco Hamper (complete with wicker basket) and a cheeky bottle of Champers for the shed. Has the Sir Rita metered out his punishments / gifts this Christmas? All suitably watered down as they filter through the layers of managers? Do you remember the old days? Our mum (passed now these few years) used to have to get up at three or four in the morning on Christmas to ovenate the Turk – could it have been that the old town gas was not as hot as our new North Sea Gas? The Turks these days don’t seem to need nearly as long to cook. A mere three and a half of your earth hours for our specimen this year. Or maybe “they” have put something in the gas so we don’t spend as long in the kitchen and can sit for longer staring at the telly box absorbing subliminal messages – the bastards. I remember the workmen on street corners with man-holes in the open position and pipes attached, burning off the old town gas on the day of switch-over. Our gang from the neighbourhood (me, Stephen, Byron (father worked at the American airbase in Ruislip), Terence, Simon, Guy, Gordon and Andy) went from street corner to street corner asking each set of workmen “what ya doing mister?” & “when ya gonna light the flame mister?” each time getting the same reply urging us to clear orf! (it was a school day). Strangely, cough medicine didn’t work in those days either – liquafruita we used to be given – useless. How long does it take to defrost a Turkey? I asked how frozen is it? And what are the temperature settings on the hair dryer? Quite useful bits of data to know but I was soon given short shrift any way. Well it turns out that about 36 hours ought to do the trick with an operation to remove the giblets somewhere about half-time. I’ll have the kids on guard to keep the cats at bay (I’m not having that bloody thing in my shed until it stops dripping) …
Story time ... Got to go …
I love you
D
Aye, abandon hope all ye who enter here … and all that.
I have now this evening broken up for Christmas. I plan to spend the evening supping Cavonia and Ginger Wine and growling at carol singers who dare darken our step without the complete and seasonal regalia and extended song-sheets. Our boss (a scotchman by trade) gave me a seasonal gift of Tesco Hamper (complete with wicker basket) and a cheeky bottle of Champers for the shed. Has the Sir Rita metered out his punishments / gifts this Christmas? All suitably watered down as they filter through the layers of managers? Do you remember the old days? Our mum (passed now these few years) used to have to get up at three or four in the morning on Christmas to ovenate the Turk – could it have been that the old town gas was not as hot as our new North Sea Gas? The Turks these days don’t seem to need nearly as long to cook. A mere three and a half of your earth hours for our specimen this year. Or maybe “they” have put something in the gas so we don’t spend as long in the kitchen and can sit for longer staring at the telly box absorbing subliminal messages – the bastards. I remember the workmen on street corners with man-holes in the open position and pipes attached, burning off the old town gas on the day of switch-over. Our gang from the neighbourhood (me, Stephen, Byron (father worked at the American airbase in Ruislip), Terence, Simon, Guy, Gordon and Andy) went from street corner to street corner asking each set of workmen “what ya doing mister?” & “when ya gonna light the flame mister?” each time getting the same reply urging us to clear orf! (it was a school day). Strangely, cough medicine didn’t work in those days either – liquafruita we used to be given – useless. How long does it take to defrost a Turkey? I asked how frozen is it? And what are the temperature settings on the hair dryer? Quite useful bits of data to know but I was soon given short shrift any way. Well it turns out that about 36 hours ought to do the trick with an operation to remove the giblets somewhere about half-time. I’ll have the kids on guard to keep the cats at bay (I’m not having that bloody thing in my shed until it stops dripping) …
Story time ... Got to go …
I love you
D
03 December 2005
3/12/2005
Dear Dennis,
Well, my friend, this is not my original idea but it goes something like this: suppose there is a teleportation device which actually works in that a travellers awareness is actually reawakened in his travelled copy of himself on some distant planet or on the bridge of some distant space craft. What would happen if the original copy of the traveller was not destroyed – assuming that the device works as follows: The traveller is scanned and an exact copy of all his individual atoms and electrons and information regarding their exact constituents and links and bonds are transmitted to the required destination. Once the destination has received a full compliment of the travellers atoms etc they are faithfully reassembled and tested to ensure the absolute copy including all memories, intentions and hopes and deepest feelings and then the original is destroyed thereby leaving just the reassembled, awakened and fully aware traveller in his new location.
Could or would this duplicated awareness be in two places at once?
Presume some drug is administered to the traveller before the teleportation to render the traveller unconscious and motionless during the procedure.
Suppose the original traveller awoke prematurely – would the assisting technician then have to explain to the traveller
“sorry the drug wore off early but never mind your “other you” has safely arrived and is fit and well on (say) alpha-centauri, so we’ll just er, dispose of you’re “here self”, your er “redundant” copy, it will of course be painless”.
Just because a person is faithfully reproduced does it mean that person then exists in two places at once? Or are there now similar people but somehow different – just because they are made of the same atoms and electrons precisely copied ….. like a pair of books or two of the same computers perhaps ….. what makes it two different people as opposed to the same person twice?
All the best
D.
Well, my friend, this is not my original idea but it goes something like this: suppose there is a teleportation device which actually works in that a travellers awareness is actually reawakened in his travelled copy of himself on some distant planet or on the bridge of some distant space craft. What would happen if the original copy of the traveller was not destroyed – assuming that the device works as follows: The traveller is scanned and an exact copy of all his individual atoms and electrons and information regarding their exact constituents and links and bonds are transmitted to the required destination. Once the destination has received a full compliment of the travellers atoms etc they are faithfully reassembled and tested to ensure the absolute copy including all memories, intentions and hopes and deepest feelings and then the original is destroyed thereby leaving just the reassembled, awakened and fully aware traveller in his new location.
Could or would this duplicated awareness be in two places at once?
Presume some drug is administered to the traveller before the teleportation to render the traveller unconscious and motionless during the procedure.
Suppose the original traveller awoke prematurely – would the assisting technician then have to explain to the traveller
“sorry the drug wore off early but never mind your “other you” has safely arrived and is fit and well on (say) alpha-centauri, so we’ll just er, dispose of you’re “here self”, your er “redundant” copy, it will of course be painless”.
Just because a person is faithfully reproduced does it mean that person then exists in two places at once? Or are there now similar people but somehow different – just because they are made of the same atoms and electrons precisely copied ….. like a pair of books or two of the same computers perhaps ….. what makes it two different people as opposed to the same person twice?
All the best
D.
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