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What I did on my holiday – Professor Brian Cox tour version
An audience of 24,000 spread over nine shows in eight cities in fifteen days, and now the Australian and New Zealand tour is done. We left London twenty days ago and return shortly after a couple of days in Hong … Continue reading
My Morning of Ricky Gervais and Naked Wood People…
Does nudity cause melancholy or does melancholy lead to nudity? I wondered this as I looked at the flesh of the lounge sat naked women of photography Gregory Crewdson’s latest exhibition, Cathedral of the PInes. It had been an odd … Continue reading
Reading In the Starlight
These are strange and encouraging days when cosmology can be an arena event. You can’t sell out as many dates as Mrs Brown’s Boys, but it’s not a bad start to see 7000 people a night being wowed by explanations … Continue reading
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And All That Was Left of Civilisation Was a Floppy Disk Orchestra…
A new series of The Infinite Monkey Cage starts next Monday. The Radio Times asked me to write a column on it, and I didn’t read the instructions, so wrote the wrong thing. The column they wanted is in this … Continue reading
The End of Planet Earth…now Rio
Why did I think I knew what orthogonal meant? To be fair, I had been drinking. David McAlmont asks me if I know what orthogonal means. I say yes. He then says, “what does it mean?” The Oliver Hardy lobe … Continue reading
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Tagged Brian Cox, David Bowie, David McAlmont, Duran Duran, Greg Foot, Prince, Public Service Broadcasting, Robin Ince
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A Brief Outburst of Optimism Brought on By Science-minded Children
I would write that the Brian Cox tour T shirts, illustrated with multiverse diagrams and dark energy graphs, are selling like hot cakes. Then I realise that it is exactly that kind of imprecise measurement that has kept me in … Continue reading
My Week in Oxfam – a serial browser’s diary
Josie Long once commented that an alarm went off in charity shops when I arrived in their town. “Quick Molly, double the price on all the Penguin Modern Classics, he’s back”. Monday Started the day researching the psychological research into … Continue reading
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Tagged Brian Cox, Kurt Vonnegut, samuel beckett, Susan Sontag
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Into The Jaws of Freud: The Body Extended
Last tour, I had a knack of arriving in towns when their art galleries were closed or between big exhibitions. I began to feel that the gallery establishment had a grudge. This tour has been far more successful. My first … Continue reading
We Are All Chrysalids Now – on body shaming and other circus antics
Striding through the urine warm, wave machine propelled waters of a Kentish leisure centre, I realised that there wasn’t a body there that wouldn’t be shamed if it belonged to a public figure. Evolution can create a lot of shapes … Continue reading
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These Are Not The Graphs You’re Looking For – an updated post on doubt and dogma.
UPDATE: The blog post below was written a few hours before driving to ABC’s Q&A with Brian Cox. In the build up to his debate with Malcolm Roberts, I had been thinking about the conspiracy mind set and how it … Continue reading