Menology; a study of the 50s female facing apocalyptic eclipses.

There I was on Thursday evening, thoroughly enjoying myself with Prof Brian Cox and his cobber, his jackaroo, the lad who puts the 'wiz' to the 'ard', Dara O'Briain (is it possible to have two more hunky lumps of sexual intellectual???), not to mention Buzz Aldrin and a few other denizens of the astronomical community**; the lights were off and I was checking out the window every so often until Jupiter finally came round the sky enough for me to train the 8x40 binoculars upon it... and LO! ... Tiny, yes, but was able to resolve three of the four moons stretch like pearls out from the gas giant...woohoooooooo...

Meanwhile, Bri'n'Dar were waxing all agog about the impending eclipse. Whilst the skies were uncharacteristically pristine that evening, I was not at all holding out hope it would remain so through to the following dawn, but you never could tell.

Everyone in Britain was getting jolly excited, let me tell you. Schools everywhere were getting ready for an active science lesson.  In order that it was completely understood as to why and how, the BBC brought back some favourite characters from 1960's kiddy shows to share some wisdom;
[note to self;...they're bringing the Clangers back???!!! , mark the calendar now...]



One thing that Bri'n'Dar were at pains to point out is that solar eclipses, of any magnitude, had nothing to do with the end of the world as we know it. Weather effects, yes; technical effects, yes; tidal effects, yes. Apocolypse? Nada.

Anyhow, once all the science buffs had gone, I put on the lights again and some Star Trek DVDs; I had decided to give myself a mental holiday and revel in the possibilities. (Regulars here will recall my penchant for matters of science - actual and virtual.) I planned an all-nighter, an early bowl of porridge, making up a flask of tea and heading off in Little Ren for a good Easterly viewpoint. Cloud or no cloud I wanted to be part of the crowd.

At 01:56h, right at the point when Voyager was threatened with live burial inside a giant space 'plant', the sky fell in.  Not their sky. There is no sky in space - pay attention will ya?

My sky.  Well...... that is to say there was a resounding CRASH, followed within microseconds by a BANG and several WOLLOPS. The vid got paused and I sat in the deafening silence.  Something had happened; but the lights were still on and so was the thinking, therefore, I was.

Which meant the place where the sound came from had to be investigated.  All I can say is thank goodness the door was (mainly) closed, 'cuz I then discovered the dust storm.
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Yes, clearly the bathroom was not as I left it a few hours before.



















[crikey, what happened to the 'watermarking' now????????]








































I mean, really, can you imagine if I had been sitting there at 01:56h??? (All who are with menoplyxinaemia are accepting this could have been a distinct possibility.)







Okay, so it wasn't the sky exactly. We get the word 'ceiling' from the French for sky though.
So I wasn't fibbing. Honest.








I took the photos then closed the door again. I returned to Star Trek.  At 04:00h, though, I found I wasn't concentrating on the stories. Plaster and it's departure from the sky was foremost in mind. Set the alarm and lay down for what was intended to be three hours.  At 06:00h I oughtta have risen 'cuz I hadn't sleepen... at which point my lights went out.  The 'me' lights, not the houselights.  It was already light by then.  As in dawn........are you keeping up???

This resulted in my totally missing The Total.

Given the cloud cover, I suspect I didn't really miss it as such. Would have liked to have been on a hillside knowing that I hadn't missed it though...

Spent the day excavating the bathroom floor and fittings. Bleach aplenty let me tell ya. Then, late arvo, just to spite me - and me alone I am quite sure! - the weather (clearly affected by the morning's non-apocalyptic happenings) became possibly the best it has ever been in my entire thirteen months here.  I could see all the way to OZ. Okay, so again I exaggerate.  I could, however, see all the way to Hunterston with absolutely minimal haze... prepare yourselves. You may require special goggles for the viewing of this picture; the ship you see is the Samjohn Legacy and that is some 20 miles away!!!





























Twenty by road anyway - I think, looking 'doon the watter' from my window like this, it is something like ten nautical miles (or 11.5 standard 'crow flies' miles). The point is, it is nearly always obscured by the sea haar.

You could even say it it gets 'eclipsed'...


**It might be pertinent to point out that, despite having good connections in the astronomical and space circles of NSW, I do not share the same level of 'intimacy' here in the UK.  Bri'n'Dar et al were on the telly in a marvellous show called Stargazing Live. Still and all, we shared a fine evening together. Until the apocalypse, that is...


17 comments:

  1. Holy cwrap..that's a revolting development. In the loo, that is.

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    1. Hari OM
      ....crap certainly... in the right place too....{:~]...

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  2. Oh dear poor roof and poor you, I've lost a kitchen ceiling and floor the ceiling we pulled down and replaced because of water damage but the floor just fell in but all good now.
    You need a porta-loo, very handy while being repaired.
    Merle..............

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    1. Hari Om
      Heheh - don't thing it will come to that Merle. As the upstairs flat (from which there is a history of leaky loos) is tenanted it's all a bit tricky. Won't bore folks with all that stuff. But the falling of the sky was worth reporting donchya think???

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  3. Oh no, that really is 'and the roof fell in!"
    If that's the result of overdosing on Brian, O'Briain and Star Trek, I finks we could be in trouble here as well!
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx
    (who would have found the biggest bit of plaster and run off with it!)

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    1. Hari OM
      Seems we might share tastes your Lickableness.... well perhaps not in plaster...Yxx

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  4. Crikey ........ you sure bummed out, aye??

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  5. That bathroom situation looks nasty. Deep breaths needed I suspect. Hope you can get it sorted OK.
    The eclipse - Bertie and I enjoyed perfect skies by the river Trent on Friday morning. Distinct dimming of the light and for 20 minutes the temperature dipped and gloves were needed. Just a shame my camera wasn't up to it.
    Ah, Brian and Dara. The dream team for sure!
    Cheers, Gail.

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    1. PS Is it just me or is Buzz Aldrin just a teeny wee bit off his rocker? I thought at one point Dara's patience was coming under strain.

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    2. Hari OM
      Deep breaths were avoided actually - asthma and plaster dust are not the best of mates... Sorting it, as you'll see in reply to Merle, may not be that straightforward.......... am tempted to wait till the bloke up top tumbles through from sitting overlong on his loo......

      Yes, Thursday was close to being my ideal fantasy night.... Buzz has always been 'out there' and has been trouble earlier in life for his brazen tales. At 83, to be touring still, is quite something....but yes, there were a couple of terse moments! It is said in the realms of the entertainment world 'don't work with animals or kids...' it could be added that addled are also to be avoided! Yxx

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  6. Oh that's what the old bretons always fear... when the sky falls down (or the ceiling). Hope you can manage that prob.We saw nothing from that eclipse it was just dark&cloudy...
    I'm a fan of the Clangers :o)
    easy rider

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  7. Phew..... The sky fell down!!

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  8. All we could think was "Houston, we have a problem"!

    Your GUY Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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    1. ......................BOL..............ahem... oh thanks for the that... laughter means lots....

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  9. My goodness. That is terrible. I ruined the floor with my water pump leaking. I just don't need to deal with it. Good luck with it all. You poor thing. It is discouraging, isn't it? hugs to you...

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  10. It never rains but pours ceilings? I feel for you m'dear. Take care.

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