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weakening

Oh yeah, and apologies for the week long gap. I was hunting for easter eggs in my parents’ back garden with the daughter. And my workplace nearly burned to the fucking ground over the weekend. Dali-esque molten keyboards, all my work covered in ash, the lot. Plus, I couldn’t be arsed. Sorry 🙂

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There was a maid on Stamford Hill, And if not dead, she lives there still; She grew so tall, she reached the sky, And on the moon hung clothes to dry.

oooh

I actually blushed when I read this last night. (Mind you I was a bit pissed). I think we can safely assume that “Pithy” is Matt’s way of saying “just a paragraph a day – if you’re lucky!” 🙂

trots in space reprise

The man Sinker grinds his teeth at my scoop of the Posadas link below (which was lifted from Urban75 anyway). Mark was one of the star turns at the AAA’s Space 1999 festival and gave a great talk on his experience of meeting conventional state-sponsored astronauts. He should definitely get some of that stuff down…