Yes, the Reichstag; last Saturday. Apparently the parliament had to take a vote to let us in (‘us’ being the World Congress of Science Producers). The whole experience was a tad surreal, but somehow very moving too. As a building it’s such a symbol of democratic rule that it’s hard not to be impressed by the German peoples for managing to put it to its intended use – albeit a century after it first came into use. That alone is impressive.
But somehow, it’s even more surprising to be there as an Englishman. Sixty years ago, our fathers’ generation was bombing the crap out of the place – that I can now stand in the rebuilt (by a British architect, even!) parliament building, with nary a hint of that being remarkable in itself, is a huge achievement. Europe has come a heck of a long way, and that progress honestly gives me hope for the future. Sure, it took some time, and we’ve not solved everything yet by a long stroke, but hey – we’re mostly not killing each other still.
Happily, I made it back to Glasgow a mere four hours late, surprising when Amsterdam and Heathrow were both closed for parts of the afternoon yesterday. Some people weren’t so lucky. If anyone’s seen Sgt Mgr Pratt’s tank, do be a good chap and give him a bell on the old blower.
Does this make HMS Nottingham a ‘boat,’ then?
Over the weekend, we recorded the second half of the new series of How2. Far too much like hard work, but I think the results will be worth the effort.
Tomorrow, or some time like that, I head off to Berlin for a conference, where I’m talking about science TV for kids.
So life is pretty busy. Funnily enough, It Likes You isn’t back up and running yet. [sigh].
This evening, I made a model geyser. Well, I say ‘I’ – one of my colleagues did, I merely helped debug it. It’s not the most spectacular thing ever, but it is rather pleasing in its own way. Hence, it’s an ‘alright geyser.’ Ho ho, how droll.
So, the new director of programmes at ITV is the chap who was the original producer of the show I now make. This is probably a Good Thing.
…should be a verb. As in ‘I infrequent Bar Brel,’ or ‘I infrequent the Atheneum,’ or ‘It’s a forum I infrequent.’
‘Ladies and gentlemen, I wouldn’t normally do this, but…’ he began. And the poem was, to be fair, better than we’d have expected. A tad surreal for the Glasgow underground, but it was national poetry day.
But when, a week later, the same man made the same comment… I left the carriage. As the doors closed behind me, he launched into the same poem.
Heh. Today, I had a birthday card for my Mini, from my dealer. Cutsey, but hey, they got me. Top car.