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[ladymuck]

Today I learned (thanks to Scrambled Maps) that Rustenberg, South Africa has a street called Kremetart Avenue.

[NickFitz]

Tea has been a pork cutlet with chips and beans

Accompanied by a bit of the last episode (so far) of Trucking Hell

[NickFitz]

Today I learned (thanks to Scrambled Maps) that Rustenberg, South Africa has a street called Kremetart Avenue.

Excellent!

Checking Google Translate, I discover that in Afrikaans, it means baobab: "a short tree with an enormously thick trunk and large edible fruit. It can live to a great age."

When I went to Unzoomed yesterday, I took one look and thought "I know this! I used to leave work and go for my tea in a pub in that corner, then walk across that square with the statue in the middle on that diagonal path, on my way to a better pub near the hotel!" For it was Bristol, and unsurprisingly I got it in one

[ladymuck]

I think baobab fruit was touted at one time as one of these miracle foods that cures everything.

This week I have been watching the latest series of Shetland, which aired shortly before Christmas last year. I like it but it's a bit like EastEnders - far too high a crime rate for me to want to visit.

[NickFitz]

Tonight's major motion picture was one of those where I wasn't sure if it was a premiere or if I'd seen it on the telly years ago. But when it featured a PDP-8/e being actively used in the first minute or two, I realised I couldn't have seen it before, as I would have remembered that

So it was the premiere, for me, of Three Days of the Condor (1975) in which a PDP-8/e is seen not only scanning the text of a book printed in Chinese (horizontally) but also converting that text from ideograms into a Latin alphabet transcription and, furthermore, an English translation, all in real time! Yeah, no. A PDP-8/e can't do that. Anyway, the rest of the film isn't about that but is a great example of those 1970s thrillers that directors have been trying, and often failing, to copy ever since. Excellent stuff, I thought

And later, a rewatch of Code of a Killer, the ITV drama about Alec Jeffries' invention of DNA fingerprinting and its use in catching Colin Pitchfork for the murders down near Narborough in the 1980s. Last time I watched this was in the old flat, where I was thinking that the crime scenes were just three miles or so down the road; here, the labs in which Jeffries worked are about half-a-mile away across the park on the university campus. Strange how awful tragedies and major breakthroughs can all happen so close to home

Goodnight all