Monthly Archives: April 2012

How deep should I bury my time capsule?

Over the last few days, I’ve been planning a time capsule to hide a cavity underneath the floorboards in my house. The idea is to prevent it being discovered for a very long period. If I just leave it where a subsequent owner can crawl to, it will be found again quite swiftly.

I’ve decided to use a locked wooden box for the capsule itself. This will signify to the eventual finders that this wasn’t just some rubbish left behind. That’s turned into a bit of a worry because I explained the items first considered for inclusion, she said it sounded like a lot of rubbish. Then she started laughing. A lot. I’ll put the box where any builder will know there needn’t be a wall and brick it in. This should prevent it being discovered too easily. I’m a bit concerned that one day a bulldozer will demolish the house the wooden box with it, do I’m going to rig up an alarm system to be triggered when the box is moved. It’ll need a power supply capable of lasting for a thousand years. Bit stuck on this point. Any suggestions?

The chosen contents of the box have gone through a radical revision. They’ll still include a discursive letter from me, which I’ll hand write for old time’s sake and publish a copy here. I’ve been talked out of leaving the £1,000 cash I drew out by Craig Alexander. I’m going to buy gold with it and leave that in there. That should hold is value. Definitely I’ll include some photographs, though they won’t be digitised because I want the finder to experience the raw pleasure of handling the discoveries. I can’t decide whether to include photographs of myself and my wife or complete strangers with the claim that they lived here. Already historians complain that there is too much information being archived in our age to sensibly sift. Confusing the picture could be a worthwhile aim. I could go further and include photographs of someone rather famous. For example, I could include a photograph of Mike Weatherley, a neighbouring MP, perhaps with a set of accounts suggesting that he ran the house as a brothel. That might get the future people thinking it had the ring of truth to it because of his (now ended) marriage to a prostitute. I’m not sure.

Rather than include music, which I expect will be preserved anyway, I’m going to include the ambient noises of our City life: the constant roar of traffic, sirens, drunkards shouting inconsequential abuse on West Street late at night, the incoherent mumbling of my local shopkeeper, a pint being poured, the clicking of a computer keyboard. Stuff like that. Keen to get suggestions here.

On the food front, there’ll be some dried chickpeas and various seeds from my garden and photographs of it all growing.

The bicycle saddle and the Olbas Oil stays in. These things are do typically Brighton. They’ll be joined with a few back issues of the local Green Party rag, GreenLeaf. That should further confuse Weatherley’s reputation.

My favourite whisky, Bushmills Ten Year Malt, is bound to withstand the test of time. In it goes.

There have been provocative suggestions too. I’m not keen on including a copy of the Brighton Argus, which I’d like to see closed down. If it were to close before the capsule is sealed away, I might include it. Definitely I don’t want to include images of the royal family, for similar reasons, although I am tempted to buy one of these commemorative mugs. What happened there? Conspiracy or cock-up?

For some reason, I’d like to include tools. I’m keen to include an all-in-one bicycle tool, a couple of screwdrivers and a hand axe, though I’m unsure why. I guess these are all tools I’m very familiar with. Having spent a fair bit of time rewiring my own house and with the confident expectation that in the future electrical power will be delivered wirelessly, a pair of insulation strippers are going in. Actually I’m living in fear of wireless power delivery being announced any time soon.

The best suggestion to date is to make some tiny scratch marks on the inside of the box and leave a little skeleton in too. Fortunately, I recently found a dried mouse carcass so that will do.

Any more ideas?

My time capsule

Yesterday’s explanation about my time capsule was barely more than a sketchy outline of my intentions. Various people made various suggestions for its improvement & definitely I’ll be posting the full contents here. Right now, your humble blogger is very much in transit on the railway network and not much in the mood. It is curious though how much consensus stands on the sorts of stuff that should be included. I was thinking of making my capsule somewhat personal but everybody else recommends items on the back of how well they represent us all. The other notable aspect of the suggestions is they all covered things we hope will be gone when the capsule is rediscovered, because they’re horrible. To show people how terrible things were is the dominant refrain, whether referring to iconic media monsters or the more mundane fossil fuels. Remarkably no-one (yet) made a wholly positive proposal. Whether that testifies to the times or the task I don’t know. Please keep your suggestions coming. It’s gonna be a big package!

A timely gift

When I was a small boy, aged nine, my school decided that it would mark the Queen’s Silver Jubilee in a special way. It would create and bury a time capsule on the school grounds. I was disappointed to discover that I would still, all things being well, be alive when the capsule was intended to be rediscovered – at the time of the next jubilee. When we were asked to submit items for inclusion, I declined and asked them to reconsider the time period involved. I wanted it to lie undisturbed for a thousand years. As it happened, it was dug up about a week later and the contents stolen.

Having spent much of the last few weeks scrabbling around in the small cavity beneath my house, I’ve spent a fair bit of time hoping that I would discover some long lost treasure. The futility of the speculation made me wonder how many people in future would come down to that space and have the same thoughts. Why not leave them a gift? Definitely my time capsule would last longer than a week, be disconnected from pointless royal rituals and, best of all, it can contain literally anything I want, since there is no monstrous headmaster with a love of shouting at small children to censor the items included.

The question is what to include? I’m open to suggestions. Obviously, there has to be a letter of some sort from myself, explaining why the cache was created and when. I’m in the mood to make this fairly discursive so that’ll have to wait for another occasion. Then I thought I’d better include some hard cash, so I withdrew £1,000 on a credit card and put that in too. Obviously that sum is painful to lose now but in the future it will probably only buy an ice-cream. Definitely, I don’t whoever discovers my package to be disappointed with its size. Probably best not tell my wife about the grand. Thus far with a letter and a thousand pounds, my time capsule is starting to resemble a ransom note in reverse. What else to include?

Annoyingly, this is where I get stuck. I’ve got all the usual items: photographs of complete strangers (to confuse posterity), one of the last paper editions of a newspaper, a complimentary ticket to the Duke of York’s Picture House, various seeds from my garden, a couple of screwdrivers, some ball bearings, some brake cables and a bicycle saddle. Oh and a little bottle of Olbas Oil. As you can see, I’ve run out of ideas. Can you help?

Occupy St George’s Banks

Can’t see the English Defence League going for this one. Odd though because they could really make some headway if they did just take on the banks.

Bonding

Just not in the mood for blogging. Not in the mood for completing the last lighting circuit either. It’s a particularly tricky number.

Yesterday I started and completed the main equipotential bonding. Here’s the incoming gas pipe bonded to earth.

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That wasn’t done before…

English Defence League – the ‘Mighty Brighton Infidels’

I guess these people were the technical host behind Sunday’s shouting match. Definitely the hundreds of people united against fascism won the utter freedom of speech competition, scored with the traditional volumonitor. Probably that’s why the so-called Brighton Mighty Infidels declared “no surrender” to a picture on their facebook page which appeared to suggest that they had set up something called Anti Anti Fascist Action.

“No surrender” seems to be a bit of buzzword with this lot. Actually, it’s more of a general greeting, appearing on every post, usually on its own.

Remember, the English Defence League insists that it is purely motivated by fear of Islam rising up and dominating them. Their worst nightmare is turning up in Brighton on St George’s Day next year only to face spectacularly huge sound systems blasting them with the call to prayer. What better way to declare everyone welcome?! If you can’t quite get your head around it, put your headphones on, turn it to 11, and listen whilst watching the Mighty Brighton Infidels parading around town.

We’d need something extraordinarily powerful to blast these hauntingly lovely vocals into the fascist ears. Not a problem, we’ve got every DJ on earth in town just now. I digress.

As they’ve established themselves, the English Defence League does not trust Muslims. It would seem that they also distrust people with left-wing opinions.

That’s one solution to the age old fascist problem of lacking the necessary equipment for a decent rhetorical flourish. Something tells me that the Mighty Brighton Infidels have got a bit of an issue with the Green Party in Brighton & Hove. The man photographed can answer for himself with far more eloquence than me: Ben Duncan blogs – here’s him on the EDL demonstration in Brighton.

Here’s another Green councillor, this time representing Hove.

Oh and that’s Bill Randall over on the right. Not much explanation of the political analysis these images represent, aside from the bit about “no surrender”. So far, we’ve got “no surrender” to anti anti fascist action, “no surrender” to a vegan marathon running councillor, “no surrender” to another councillor and her with friend the witch and “no surrender to Bill Randall”.

What’s missing? Is it any collection of political policies? Perhaps even some ideas for change? Praise for someone who has done something worthwhile, something positive? No… clearly there needs to be a David Icke style suggestion that our Green Party Brighton & Hove City overlords have used their lizard powers to shape shift and subvert democracy, thus proving that it needs to be taken away for ever! Of course…

That’s better. Now the local division of the English Defence League can truly live up to their name! You’d have to be, very literally, the Brighton Mighty Infidels to stand up to the awesomely frightening lizard Queen from outer space who befuddles English minds with her alien chattering.

The penultimate cavity

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My best cavity

The bottom of this wall had turned to a lose crumble. Luckily the bit above was held intact by the bit around the side. I remortared it and squeezed a 35mm back box into it. Just under an hour later, I wriggled the back box out and waited another 23 hours.

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Can three police officers arrest a violent protestor, whom they’ve wrestled to the ground?

The answer would seem to be not on Sunday. At some point between 12:30pm and 1:55pm, when myself and hundreds of other Brightonians were escorting the fascist English Defence League as they marched down Church Street, one of their number burst through the police ranks and attacked me by grabbing my wrist. I presume it was an attack and not a desperate bid for the attentions of an alpha male like myself from a lonely and repressed retard. I think it’s safe to assume that he acted out of malice. Immediately that he grabbed me, I pulled back and he was detained by three police officers. They brough him to down to the pavement on the southern side of Church Street. At 2:11pm I tweeted thanks to @sussex_police for the speed of their officer’s reaction. At 6:05pm that day I telephoned the police to inform them that I wished to give evidence about this attack and arranged an interview for this morning.

At 8:30am I made a formal crime report to the Brighton Police. Here’s how the conversation went. I’m unsure of the correct spelling of the interviewing officer’s name, it just sounded like “hold”.

PC: Hello there, I’m PC Hold. How are you?
Me: Alright. Bit early in the morning.
PC: Which hand was it.
Me: It’s er, er, neither hand anymore but I was grabbed on this wrist…
PC: OK
Me: … so er I got er when I phoned up, embarassingly, being a Brightonian, I got North Road and Church Street muddled up. Obviously it’s Church Street isn’t it?
PC: Yeah
Me: Unless there’s some parallel protest going on then yeah
PC: Erm, basically, from the gist of the initial information I’ve got on the report, it says that erm, were you involved in the protest?
Me: Er, I was one of the people opposing the march, yes.
PC: Right, right, okay, and someone’s come up and did you have a megaphone or something like that?
Me: I did have a megaphone, red and white, yes.
PC: And somebody’s grabbed it off you. Did they take it out of your hand?
Me: No. What happened was that, er, probably too much detail, I’m walking along with my megaphone at chin height.
PC: mm hm.
Me: At the precise moment that they grabbed my wrist, I was looking that way [indicates left]
PC: Right
Me: I felt my wrist and my right hand, the hand holding the megaphone being pulled and as I turned around I saw that someone – it happened all very fast – someone was trying to grab either my arm or my megaphone or whatever.
PC: mm hm.
Me: It was just, I pulled back and gripped the megaphone hard… and three of your colleagues jumped on him very fast indeed but he must have come through their lines. I don’t think he was one of us. He came through their lines from his direction of travel…
PC: Okay
Me: … and your colleagues were two or three deep at the back end as they were heading down Church Street, before they got to, say, the junction with Jew Street, er, but not immediately before but it’s somewhere down there I think. Pretty sure its towards the top end of the road rather than towards the bottom end but you’ll know where it is because you… you… I didn’t see him for very long and suddenly you…
PC: The issue that we have is that although police managed to grab him, detain him or whatever they happened to do, I’m aware because I was on duty that day that only two people were actually arrested as a result of the protest on that day…
Me: I heard that as well, yeah.
PC: … and so I know that this person hasn’t been arrested for any type of assault or anything like that.
Me: Why would that not happen when he’s brought to the ground for… with three, three police officers pull him to the ground after they see him lunge…
PC: yeah
Me: … I mean it’s prima facie a convictable case isn’t it?
PC: Well I don’t know because I wasn’t there.
Me: Okay but…
PC: But if they were specifically involved in the protest and that they’re actually …
Me: You mean your colleagues, yeah?
PC: and they’re following the procession as it’s going down, if, for example, one of these people have jumped out of the protest
Me: Yes
PC: Rather than being actually on the protest. You have different people doing different roles. You have police doing the lines and you have the police on the procession
Me: Yeah
PC: If, for any reason, three people have brought that person down, detained him and brought him down, erm, they then make the decision that they don’t have the resources to take three officers out with that person because it leaves the rest of the people in the march not adequately prepared.
Me: Yeah, I understand. Is that the reason?
PC: I don’t know, it could be. Obviously the EGT teams that have their video cameras for the police, that monitor it, may well have videoed this person, which I should imagine they may have done. If he’s jumped out they will have videoed it for evidence so I can check with them for that footage…
Me: Sorry to interrrupt, immediately after this happened I was also not in the mood for standing by this chap who was, so far as I was concerned, was now arrested and I carried on walking down the street, erm, behind the police cordon which in turn was behind the EDL bunch and I cried out through my megaphone something along the lines of, ‘if the police wish to take my details, I was the person just assaulted. My name is Scrapper Duncan. You can find me on twitter. You can find me online. I would like to see this man in court. I would like to see him prosecuted. He just attacked me. It was through a megaphone.
PC: Yeah, but you must appreciate…
Me: They were still on the pavement at that point so they’ve got someone
PC: Like I said, I can’t justify their actions. I don’t know what they heard. I should imagine it was absolute chaotic where they were and people shouting, screaming left, right and centre.
Me: Well at that moment, I was the loudest voice with my megaphone. I hear what you’re saying. I’m not asking you to make a comment [inaudible] what you’re doing is confirming that the man wasn’t arrested and presumably because he wasn’t arrested, no details were taken?
PC: That’s correct, yeah.
Me: So we don’t know who he is.
PC: We don’t know who he is and the only way we would be able to find out is through the use of CCTV, whether it be the cameras that were monitoring the event from our control room here or whether it would be the officers on the ground who had the EGT teams who would have been monitoring.
Me: Then you have to match him up…
PC: Exactly but if this person is involved in the protest then it is more than likely that we will know or somebody will know who these specific people are, erm…
Me: Really?
PC: Well we have teams that are aware of who protestors are and such. It may well be that we do know who he is or we may not.
Me: There were about a hundred of them, I suppose. I suppose there’s what a certain proportion that are the hardcore trouble-makers…
PC: Exactly. Obviously this is something that I can investigate. Basically, I need to take the initial details from you. A final report will be generated and then its down to our secondary lines of enquiry which will be CCTV. That will be my only line of enquiry. Erm, there’s no other way that I can identify who the three officers that took hold of the male. Firstly, it wasn’t just Sussex Police Officers involved.
Me: I know
PC: It’s Hampshire Police and Kent Police. There’s no other way I can find out who those officers are.
Me: Its a thankless task I know, if you don’t end up with a conviction, its a thankless task but for what it’s worth they all had high visibility jackets on so that rules out the officers that did not.
PC: Which everybody on duty had.
Me: There were officers without high visibility jackets on.
PC: Okay, well, I didn’t see any of those but… right I need to take a few details. Your date of birth please?
Me: [gives date of birth]
PC: And do you have a contact address?
Me: [gives home address]
PC: Got your contact telephone number, do you have a landline?
Me: No. Well, I do but I’m about to get rid of it.
PC: Do you have an email address?
Me: [gives email address]
PC: Was any injury sustained?
Me: My wrist was throbbing for an hour. I’ve obtained a small scratch.
PC: What time was it:
Me: I’m not too sure because I wasn’t paying close attention to the time but you’ll know exactly when it was because it’s the time that the protest started…
PC: … started walking down Church Street at the junction with Jew Street.
Me: Nah, no, no. It wasn’t at the junction. I was saying that we hadn’t got as far as that. It was higher up the road but it wasn’t at the very top. It was somewhere in between. …
PC: What building were you at on Church Street?
Me: Erm…
PC: Were you at LA Fitness or further down?
Me: I think a wee bit further down.
PC: Near the Post Office or further down than that?
Me: I’m not sure. I’m really not sure.
PC: What side of the road were you on?
Me: I was in the middle of the road.
PC: Right, okay.
Me: Bang in the middle.
PC: In front, did you say?
Me: What do you mean, ‘in front’?
PC: In front of the march?
Me: No, behind.
PC: Behind.
Me: I was walking behind them, behind your colleagues.
PC: Can you give any description of what this man looked like?
Me: ‘Fraid not, no. I mean, I presume it was a man. All I saw, it was very very fast, I was aware of my wrist being grabbed and someone coming forward at the same time as the officers were pulling him away. You know, I was grabbed quite strongly so I tend to – maybe a bit unreconstructed – tend to assume that’s a man.
PC: Right, okay.
Me: It felt like a man’s strength but I don’t know.
PC: Right, okay, that’s fine.
Me: And I only saw his legs after that because three of you lot were sitting on top of him.
PC: Okay, that’s fine. I will do the necessary lines of enquiry that I need to do to try and identify who this person is. Like I said,
Me: Yeah, you haven’t arrested him so we’re not going to prosecute, I understand.
PC: Unless I can find out who he is.
Me: Sure.
PC: I do everything I can to find any CCTV footage as such. Erm, a crime number will be generated for common assault and you will be emailed with a crime reference number.
Me: [comment about email]
PC: It takes at least two days for a crime reference to be generated. As it stands at the moment, it is likely that the crime report will be filed.
Me: Yeah, I know.
PC: Based on the fact that all I have is CCTV to go on.
Me: Exactly.
PC: I will look through the serial numbers because it is possible that when the three officers did detain the male they called up and said, ‘we have a male detained, can we have CCTV or whatever’. That is possible. If that has taken place, the officer’s warrant number will be next to the radio call that has taken place and I’ll be able to make contact with that officer…
Me: Oh right
PC: … depending on whether it is Sussex, Kent or Hampshire, that changes how quickly I can get the answer back from them, to find out if anything was taken down in their notebook. Again, I can’t explain their actions…
Me: I’m not asking you to.
PC: I will do what I can do to find out who this person was.
Me: Had I realised that he might just be immediately released I would have just abandoned the crowd myself, stood by their side and said ‘I want this man prosecuted’, making it even more clear for them…
PC: Yeah
Me: … but even then they’ve still got a resources issue and I might even have added to the problem.
PC: What they can do in that circumstance is that they can take that person’s details and deal with the incident slow time. It doesn’t necessarily have to happen that just because they’ve got hold of him there, they have to deal with him there. They don’t have to take him to the custody suite and be taken down that route, as long as we have the person’s details then we can slow time it.
Me: Yeah, you’re right.
PC: I will do what I can do and figure out what has happened.

After PC Hold ended the interview, I informed him precisely what I was wearing on the day.

How to provoke a tree hugging hippy in Brighton

Despite not being much of a celebrity watcher or even a particular fan of Paul McCartney, I’ve always liked the local rumour explaining the reason he originally moved ‘here’. The story goes that he was walking along in the  North Laine and someone bumped into him. As the men bounced off each other, the fellow replied, “Why don’t you fucking look where you are going, you cunt?” Paul McCartney was so taken by this refreshing blast of early morning street talk that he decided to move here. Apocrophal or not, it definitely isn’t the reason most outsiders move here. Quite the contrary. We are the most loved up people on the planet. We’re so generous to other people that we have even given the rest of the country its first Green MP and its first Green council.

Yesterday, yet again, we answered the old question, ‘how does a soldier of peace fight a fascist?’ The English Defence League had clothed its shabby ideology in the thinnest of veils for the day, by purely campaigning for a bank holiday to mark St George’s Day and rebranding itself as the “March for England”. We, the hundreds of the people turning out to answer the fascist question, represented the people of Brighton & Hove far more closely than the hamfisted March for England. Not only did we allow the fascists to march, we paid for them to have police protection and we gave them the right to close down our City centre for several hours (Ever noticed that the anti-fascists never turn up on their own to close a town down?). After that they were allowed to complete their march, again heavily protected by police. Their safe passage was paid for by the very people turning out to oppose them.

Everyone has a right to protest and free speech. That is as true for the woman standing on a street corner as it is for the man marching down the middle of waving a flag. Numbers fluctuated during the day but, broadly speaking there were approximately 80 fascists, 350 police from three forces with horses and dogs and 1,200 people drowning out the fascist message with their own voices. They definitely got their day out in the sun. We shone a light on them so hard that they broke discipline. One of them attacked your humble blogger – the police were on him faster than I had time to see his face. No matter, I definitely saw his legs from under the three police officers pinning him to the pavement. Definitely counts as an arrest. Others were arrested too but more importantly, Brighton’s inhabitants drew themselves together and ruined the EDL’s day trip to the seaside. Clearly, locally, we are good at free speech. Not just good, excellent. We had it in abundance yesterday. It was an enormous shouting match. I could Not mustering enough people to be heard on Brighton’s streets was a FAIL! for the English Defence League.

Annoyingly I can’t find my usb jump leads, else by now you’d have one of my own videos. Probably just send them direct to United Against Fascism. Mainly ugly mug shots anyway. The next clip is long and its easy to jump to conclusions about the anarchist youth wing of Brighton causing problems. They sure did but they don’t behave like this the fascists aren’t in town and you wouldn’t expect them to be standing at the back of the pavement offering only moral indignation. They’re anarchists. They have to take responsibility for everything. Here’s one of their videos.

Here’s one of the fascist videos. They’ve muted the recorded sound and substituted for some soothing Pink Floyd instead. Since the very few mask wearing anarchists feature heavily in this clip too (and no doubt the local news bulletins), they seem to have cornered the market for getting filmed. Don’t really understand this film makers reason for filming police officers’ faces so close up though.

Here’s some more.