As we all know, the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything is 42. It took the computer Deep Thought 7½ million years to compute and check that this was indeed the answer, and Douglas Adams a few minutes staring out of the window to come to the same conclusion. So you can't argue with the answer, it's definitely 42.
Today I am 42.
We still haven't worked out what the question is and, even at my mightily old age, I certainly don't have even 1% of the answers to the big questions that you're supposed to have at your disposal once you've hit this ripe age. No, all I know for sure is that I know nothing.
Like a lot of freaky geeky people that turned to The Hitch Hiker's Guide To To The Galaxy for some comedy relief back at the end of the 1970s, the number 42 has cropped up every now and then as I've lived my life heading towards the big number. It is a number that has induced many a wry smile when I've heard it and the odd tear (I won't go into the details).
So here I am. 42. It feels important. And I still haven't grown up.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Binary 101010...
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Happy birthday Sam...
Happy birthday to Sam. 12 today. And a big mound of cash to show for it, much of which will be heading the way of Matt Groening if Sam's usual shopping habits are any marker of such things.
And well done Hull FC who, after a scrappy victory over Huddersfield, now advance to a contest with an alarmingly running-into-form Wigan. Busy day at the KC next Saturday, with a Hull City game taking place at 12:30pm and then a quick sweep under the seats before us much nicer rugby lot move for the 7pm kick-off. Not a good day for anyone working behind the bars there, I shouldn't think.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Happy birthday to you...
Dad's birthday today. He'd've been listening to jazz, drinking Mackeson Stout and will have started the day by doing a spot of gardening. I spurned the jazz and Mackeson but did actually overhaul the front garden and pruned a rose bush. If you're interested in National Service in Iraq between the years 1951-1953 you can read my dad's ridiculously succinct first hand account of two years of Middle East experiences here.
