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In my formative years, I had a good friend called Jon Skeet, now he was nothing short of a genius and a top bloke, I think it’s fair to say we learnt a lot from each other about life, the universe, girls and everything!

After leaving Hereford to go to Uni we slowly lost touch and the last time I saw him properly was at his wedding. (He’s now somewhere in Reading with his lovely wife and child, working and being a lay preacher I think)

ooops tangent-tastic… anyway… One discussion we had really sticks in my mind, you see he was an awesome programmer and on his 8086 he wrote a piece of software that was basically artificially intelligent, it learnt how to recognize letters you drew freehand with a mouse. This is when he was about 15/16!

We talked about what we’d do when we “grew up” (don’t think I’ve ever grown up but hey, thats for another day…) and how we wanted to be seen by others. Then he said one sentence which keeps coming back to me,

“I want to be respected by the few in the know, not the masses that don’t”

that statement is so true, it’s the balancing act I face every week on air.

You see what brought this back to me today is that my radio show used to be a tuesday night 10-12pm with free range to play what I wanted. I tried to strike a balance betweeen both groups above, which sometimes got me criticizm from those “in the know” but generally I think was a good show, pushing the musical boundaries of the station without being too scary.

The station re-launched on monday, with my show moving to a thursday night 8-10pm and for the first time, I have some guidelines on exactly what to play, it has to be “more friendly”, include some “classics” (although my idea of classics, I’m sure isn’t exactly the same!) and at max 50% friendlier new stuff.

it’s going to take me a few weeks to get the balance right and whilst my initial reaction was one of unease at the new show, you know what… I think it is the right thing to do, stuff the few in the know, if I can play a few more new tunes to the masses that they might not otherwise of heard through my show then I know I’ve done a good job.

my final springer thought for the day is: Never forget that most things in life are subjective, not right or wrong.

              

I don’t like going to the dentist, but now I have found something more traumatic… trying to get an NHS dentist.

Jeeeebus, what a trauma… the main problem has now pretty much gone, I pulled it out last week in frustration but I need to get a filling at the front and get the gap checked out.

I’d like to thank my friend Penny, who essentially gave me a slap and acted as mum to help me get it sorted.

Having gone round in circles all week, I’m now on a 3 month waiting list to join a surgery 2 miles away, with an emergency appt booked in for monday.

I was about to pay to get it fixed as the stress of finding a dentist was doing my head in, how did it get so bad? why isn’t it a bigger election issue, I know its a problem everywhere in the UK right now. grrrrr, makes me angry.

              

you know when you are doing something dull, say paperwork and you see an idea for something a bit pointless but you just have to do it… well, I had to do this once I had the idea… what with episode III coming up n all…

which side of the force is this person on?

              

so which came first… The chicken or the egg?

easy: The Egg.

I’ve never understood why some people saw this question as one of life’s great mysteries, the answer always seemed obvious to me! (although maybe I’m just one of those know it alls you love to hate? hmm, nah, I’m just smarter than your average bear… modest too… )

Ok here goes, in my mind this IS the answer:

At the point where 2 “non-chickens” mated to produce what we would genetically classify as “a chicken” these parent animals produced an Egg, that grew to be the first “chicken”

Quod Erat Demonstrandum: the egg came first.

              

Yep, I think it’s pretty fair to say “fur is murder”…

the thought that 100’s of moles are killed to make moleskin trousers is just nasty…

100’s of mink trapped for mink jackets is pretty wrong…

although, I own a leather jacket.

okay, so it’s probably only 1 cow… who, lets face it, probably made about 1000 bigmacs as well as a few belts, some gelatin (cow stomach) for sweets and some glue from his hoofs (or is that horses?)

Does that make it ok? Or am I a hypocrit for thinking fur is wrong but leather is ok? Hmmm teaser that one.

I think I can justify myself by saying that the cow is pretty much:

1) not endagered
2) domestically reared
3) widely used for all of its parts thereby NOT using the hide would be a waste

yeah that’ll do me, I feel better now.

              

I shall not “name n shame” but in answer to an email I received today:

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