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Mar. 20th, 2011 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
endlessraritiesYesterday, I was reminded just how dumbed down Aunty Beeb has become over the last few years.
As an inquisitive ten year old, I bought a second hand library book about the moon. I spent ages trying to work out the difference between perigee and apogee, and never quite got the hang of it, but at least I tried. When I heard about this 'super full moon' event last week, I thought, "Ooh! That's when the moon's at perigee or apogee, and I can't for the life of me remember which." That august publication, The Daily Metro, came galloping to the rescue, when it informed readers in its article on the forthcoming 'super full moon' that this week the moon was going to reach its perigee.
Unfortunately, the BBC weren't quite as scientifically specific. On the BBC breakfast show, they just brushed over the technical terms and left them completely unspoken. Oh, come on, Beeb!!! You can do a bit better than that, surely!!! It's as bad as dear old David Dimbleby coming out with the immortal line, 'that pointed bit at the top of the building'. It's a PEDIMENT, David!!! It's only three syllables. Surely Joe Public can cope with that!
Rant over. I didn't think I'd get to see the 'super full moon', because the weather forecast was for cloudy overcast conditions in the west. But I looked out at 11pm, and there was the moon. To celebrate, here's a really bad photograph:-
And very soon, I'll have to make the momentous decision to pull up the dead hebe, because I don't think it's going to recover this year.
I'm signing off now. I've got a manuscript to tidy up today. Just one last thing: my heartfelt congratulations to the Irish rugby team! They stopped the perenially-arrogant and complacent English rugby team dead in their tracks yesterday, giving the Celtic nations the last laugh by depriving Martin Johnson's motley crew of their Grand Slam.
Phew! The television reporting of the event has been decidedly muted this morning, which has been a blessed relief for all, I think. The thought of the pro-England media contingent crowing endlessly about their victory ad inifinitum is too cruel to contemplate...
As an inquisitive ten year old, I bought a second hand library book about the moon. I spent ages trying to work out the difference between perigee and apogee, and never quite got the hang of it, but at least I tried. When I heard about this 'super full moon' event last week, I thought, "Ooh! That's when the moon's at perigee or apogee, and I can't for the life of me remember which." That august publication, The Daily Metro, came galloping to the rescue, when it informed readers in its article on the forthcoming 'super full moon' that this week the moon was going to reach its perigee.
Unfortunately, the BBC weren't quite as scientifically specific. On the BBC breakfast show, they just brushed over the technical terms and left them completely unspoken. Oh, come on, Beeb!!! You can do a bit better than that, surely!!! It's as bad as dear old David Dimbleby coming out with the immortal line, 'that pointed bit at the top of the building'. It's a PEDIMENT, David!!! It's only three syllables. Surely Joe Public can cope with that!
Rant over. I didn't think I'd get to see the 'super full moon', because the weather forecast was for cloudy overcast conditions in the west. But I looked out at 11pm, and there was the moon. To celebrate, here's a really bad photograph:-
Now it's garden time.
I finally finished weeding the rose bed and pruning its denizens. It looks a whole lot better than it did when it last featured in this blog. It's amazing what a severe haircut, a bit of growth in the daffodils and a few flowers on the primulas can do for a flower-bed:-
I finally finished weeding the rose bed and pruning its denizens. It looks a whole lot better than it did when it last featured in this blog. It's amazing what a severe haircut, a bit of growth in the daffodils and a few flowers on the primulas can do for a flower-bed:-
Once again, I hope to plant this bed with cosmos, snapdragons, anagellis and lobelia, and maybe throw in a few papaver 'Angel's Choir' for good measure.
The next project is the big one. It's the large herbaceous border next to the drive. It's already looking okay, as the hellebores are in full swing, and the daffodils are well on the way to flowering. But once again, it needs a good haircut and general tidy up:-
The next project is the big one. It's the large herbaceous border next to the drive. It's already looking okay, as the hellebores are in full swing, and the daffodils are well on the way to flowering. But once again, it needs a good haircut and general tidy up:-
I'm signing off now. I've got a manuscript to tidy up today. Just one last thing: my heartfelt congratulations to the Irish rugby team! They stopped the perenially-arrogant and complacent English rugby team dead in their tracks yesterday, giving the Celtic nations the last laugh by depriving Martin Johnson's motley crew of their Grand Slam.
Phew! The television reporting of the event has been decidedly muted this morning, which has been a blessed relief for all, I think. The thought of the pro-England media contingent crowing endlessly about their victory ad inifinitum is too cruel to contemplate...
