Shades of Grey

July 20, 2008

The king of bling

Filed under: Techy — Shades @ 7:00 pm

Today we revisited the Police at Carr Gate, home of the horses, dogs and helicopter. Whilst much the same as last year (apart from the parking that took a long time) today’s visit was enlivened by the presence of Sir James Wilson Vincent Savile OBE, KCSG, a well known Leeds eccentric celebrity.

Jimmy Savile posing for a photo with some Army cadets

Jimmy Savile posing for a photo with some Army cadets

He is now nearly 82, and whilst he looks it, he certainly doesn’t act it. I had a slightly surreal conversation with him about watching what we said as there were police around! The last time I saw him was in 1980 (for a Sunday Times fun run in Hyde Park) and he honked us off with an air horn for about ten minutes (it was a big event). He wrote a book about D-Jing in the 70s which was a surprisingly good read and full of excellent advice, like put locks on your singles boxes. He had his trademark red tracksuit look and had a fortune of gold bling, chunky bracelets & medallion.

The Force Helicopter was here today and as usual was very popular. (It was the Humberside one there last year). Karen queued up so that David could get a sit in it and I took a couple of unusual shots.

The view from the rear

The view from the rear

View from the side

View from the side

David and Karen inside the Helicopter

David and Karen inside the Helicopter

We also went to see the Police dogs, but were not expecting this one!

July 19, 2008

New York, London, Paris, Munich…

Filed under: Showbiz — Shades @ 4:04 pm

At last wek’s school show, the first half closed with a performance of M’s Pop Muzik starring science teacher Dan Heaney and dancers from year 11. It was a deliberately camp performance, opening with a phone conversation discussing not being able to go out that evening due to having been waxed…

When we asked what David liked best about the show, he said it was this song which was catchy, but rather weird.

Here is the original, from 1979…

July 18, 2008

Today is Shades day!

Filed under: Culture — Shades @ 7:02 pm

At work today, not a celebration of my blog, alas. Instead, a charity Friday.

I’m sure one or two will be fawning over cute puppies. I won some FCUK Bodywash in the Tombola….

July 17, 2008

Arcane Arcana

Filed under: Techy — Shades @ 1:02 pm

Yesterday, JMB revealed by the comments that she didn’t know what “poets day” was and being something of a poet, was intrigued enough to Google it.

It is of course UK vernacular for it being Friday, the day before the weekend, namely Piss off early, tomorrow’s Saturday.

Then, through a tenuous mental ramble, many others popped up. As they frequently involve offensive words (generally beginning with the letter F) then these are the sanitised versions which are used in substitution should someone ask.

I spent twelve months working on a project for the BAOR, the British Army of the Rhine. Here I was taught all the variations of SNAFU which I believe has American origins- “Situation Normal, All Fouled Up“. Other jargon was slightly tweaked as well, COTS stood for “Commercial Off The Shelf” and referred to the Forces buying suitable product rather than having it built for them at vast cost. It was also known as “Crap Off The Shelf” as sometimes the selection procedures were found wanting.

Being a Forces project and having had to have been positively vetted for the official secrets act, I was always a bit circumspect about saying too much about the project, although a year or two later I was bemused to find it the subject of a detailed wall display and associated customer reference flyers at a trade show, at which point I realised that my caution was probably a bit unnecessary when the site locations and technologies were freely available! Therefore I feel that the Spooks are unlikely to waterboard me if I reveal that the project was called Rodin (corrupted to Rodean, the well known Girls Public School) and was for the update of the DFTS, the Defence Fixed Telephone Network, a fancy name for the non-secore phone system. The F in DFTS was substituted with another word as well, unsurprisingly…

My role was a somewhat high level (but not senior) one, being responsible for technical project management rather than day to day on the ground issues. The biggest project challenge was generally logistical and the biggest technical challenge political, the German Division not being involved so being highly uncooperative on support issues. One lasting memory from this was the term “Partial success”, where a milestone was not achieved because something went horribly wrong and the outcome was a near complete failure other than something trivial going OK, like the system didn’t fall off the wall, or the truck turned up before the guards went home.

I spent a fair bit of time in the JHQ NOC at Rheindahlen. (JHQ stood for Joint headquarters and NOC is Network Operations Centre). Here I first saw the classic poster “Pigs fed and watered…” I can’t readily find one online, but it went something like-

All objectives achieved,
All Issues resolved,
All staff engaged
Pigs fed and watered, ready to fly…

Indirectly related to the army was FUBAR, Fouled Up Beyond All Recognition. The Software Beardies hijacked this for putting into UNIX help documentation, whenever the outcome of an Instruction was required to be shown, the two Operands frequently used were Foo and Bar. Some argue that FooBar predated FUBAR, I’m not old enough to know.

Thinking further back, British Telecom had it’s own quirky arcane language based on a strange mix of technical and Civil service Practise. For example, bulbs didn’t light up, indicator lamps glowed. Telephone exchanges had n alarm panel known as a lantern which had several different coloured compartments engraved with cryptic letters like RA, FA & PG. RA stood for Release Alarm and indicated something mechanical that had not returned to the normal condition. FA stood for Fuse Alarm, meaning a fuse had blown somewhere. PG stood for Permanent Glow, i.e. some other fault condition that was causing a lamp to stay on.

On the administrative side, as an installer working for one of BT’s suppliers, I used to come into contact with Clerk of Works people who we used to hand over installations in a structured manner. They would do their own testing and then accept or reject the work. The rejection form was known as an A308 and we used to get a lot of these. Not because the work was sub-standard , I hasten to add, but because we were getting type-approval for a new system and were constantly pushing the envelope. (We would do a new technique, the work would be rejected, we would raise it with THQ, the Engineering standards people and sometimes they would let it go). I once got an A308 back with two ports listed as “NFG“, which was politely explained as “Not Found Good”. The same clerk told us he used to write OFI on some trouble tickets, where switchboard operators were complaining about something that wasn’t actually a fault. In this case it meant something like “Operator Found Ignorant“.

Of course, often there weren’t alterior meanings to the abbreviations. I also spent a year in Saudi mostly writing FNF, NFF or OK IN/RO on trouble tickets which meant Fault Not Found, No Fault Found and Ok In, Refer Out respectively. (All faults were tested on the main Frame to determine if they were internal (exchange) faults or external (outside plant) faults).

These days, we band about terms like CRAC, (Computer Room Air Conditioner) UPS (uninterruptible power supply) and VESDA (Very Early Smoke Detection Apperatus). Some things never change…

July 16, 2008

The long dark teatime of the soul

Filed under: Shady stuff — Shades @ 12:29 pm

The passage of time is marked in a thousand trivial ways. For me, if it is Monday, it is back to work after the weekend. For Tuesday, it is the ASDA mini-shop. Wednesday is Obtiser day. Thursday is black bin day. Friday is Poets day. Saturday is the big shop. Sunday is the Sunday paper. Every fourth Saturday it is green bin day. Projects, Shows and holidays are things to look forward to and then they are gone.

And so it goes, another week gone from your nominal 3,600+ allocation of your own personal three score and ten.

The strange thing is that growing older, the years fly by but many of the hours drag on just as long. The ones spent in pointless meetings, waiting for buses to arrive, endless dull adverts at the Cinema, watching the clock doing a dreary task. Meeting old friends is a stern reminder of the ravages of time, so familiar yet so different. Old memories are often fresher than newer ones.

Last Saturday, I met Glyn Thomas, one of the longest serving teachers at Kenton School. He was a ceramics teacher and now Head of Art, being regarded as a venerable institution there after more than twenty-eight years teaching. However he didn’t actually start there until three years after I left, being about the same age as me. (& about the same build for that matter). I was chatting to him during the interval and he told me that he hailed from Halifax, came to Kenton as a Student teacher and ended up staying, although he hadn’t planned it that way.

During Saturday night’s show, he had two short slots in the programme armed with some old (and new) technology. He wore an over the ear Radio Cic so he could be clearly heard and a video camera was set up so we could see what he was doing on the big screen. The old technology was a potters wheel which was the most reliable of the three as the video cam lost communication with the network a few times and there were sundry problems with various Radio Mics during the evening.

(Radio Mics are the spawn of the devil for technicians because they are notoriously flaky at times and I have had gyp with them myself in presentations where they have worked perfectly at rehearsals then taken their bat and ball home when asked to perform. Big West End shows have a very elaborate cockpit drill for Radio Mic management to minimise any potential problems, complicated somewhat by the limited number of actual channels available and imminent possible legislation changes that are causing big headaches).

Before Glyn started, a number of girl dancers in old school uniform did a routine onstage then all faced the potters wheel wide eyed and attentive. He then explained that the near universal responses for teenagers presented with a lump of clay for the first time was to fashion it into the shape of a willie!

Removing the phallus- like object he had been shaping from the wheel, he threw another clay lump and fashioned it into a pot. The allegory here was that youngsters were like clay, full of potential somewhat without form, waiting to be shaped by education. forming the edge of the pot, he said that this being Kenton, it needed a bit of lip…

Returning to the pot near the end after a suitable level of firming up, he inverted it and skimmed the excess clay off the bottom, giving it a pleasing contour. He then related his second allegory, which was to mark the base, teachers having left their mark on pupils here for nearly fifty years.

He didn’t strain the allegory too much though, as the next stage would be to fire the pot in the clay oven, drawing the analogy of being set in their ways…

I personally can’t recall making a pot, although I can remember an Art teacher intensively kneading some clay that had folded on the wheel, in order to get the air out of it so that it could be used again. I can also remember that same teacher affixing a fellow fifth former with a stern look and saying in a loud voice “Don’t you play footsie with me!” during a lesson. The reaction of the girl made it obvious that she had been…

During the show, there were was a short video vignette of a couple of old ladies talking about what the school had been like in the olden days. One was very corpus mentis, the older one though seemed a little out of it. Frustratingly, the video didn’t actually say who the two teachers were and I didn’t specifically recognise them so I asked. The younger one had been a Girls PE teacher so it was unlikely that I had very much contact with her although I recognised the name. The other one had been Mrs. English who was the lower school Art teacher. I only had faint memories of her back from 69/70 but I recall her as being very dreamy and a bit like Sybil Trelawney, the teacher with the big glasses in Harry Potter who taught divination. One of Mrs. English’s world views was that art was never finished, the artist just chose to call it finished.That doesn’t really work in Engineering though…

(The long dark teatime of the soul is a Scott adams line)

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