Cromercroxis an author who lives in Cromer, Norfolk, England, with his family and numerous pets. He enjoys writing, playing rock organ, beachcombing, supporting Norwich City FC, and falling asleep. By day he is a Senior Editor of a well-known weekly professional science journal beginning with N, whose parent organisation wishes it to be known that none of the views expressed on this blog are theirs, because they don't know where they've been.
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Herewith Shall Be Emplaced the Roll of Honour in which Participants in this Blog are Judged to have made a Contribution that Transcends the Mere Ordinariness of the Merely Ordinary, and, Stepping Forward, receive the Order of the Unicycling Girrafe, and, this having been attained, shall join, in Perpetuity, Eternally and Forever, Whichever Lasts Longest, the Grand Order of the Unicycling Girrafe, and Shall Henceforth be Entitled to Style Themselves as GOOFTUG, Notwithstanding Inasmuch as Which, [Ahem, Clears Throat] ... er ... where was I?
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Norfolk... is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up a
girrafechair. Make yourself comfortable.
Monthly Archives: June 2010
As ever, blah blah blah, notwithstanding Professor Trellis of North Wales, and so on and etcetera. In the town hall if wet. (Restrictions may apply). ‘The serpent having not turned up, Laocoon and his sons nodded off’
One of the best things about being the editor of the Futures science-fiction page in Nature is that I get to see a lot of stories from writers who are just starting out, or might even have never tried writing … Continue reading
A great temptation of having a blog is to use it to air the kinds of ideas one used to propound in pubs, just before closing time. In the days, of course, when there were still proper pubs. And closing … Continue reading
OOFTUGs award liberally for the best caption to this photograph, captured earlier today. As usual I have one to start you off. ‘England vs San Marino? Wake me up when something happens.’
This post is by way of work-avoidance behaviour. That is, I have quite a few things I should be doing, but I’m avoiding them by displacement activities such as blogging, taking Crox Minor to her weekly crumhorn lesson, and sleeping. … Continue reading
Fantasy football is a time waster pastime in which one is encouraged to invent teams and leagues comprising one’s own choice of teams, players and so on. I’m minded however, notwithstanding inasmuch as which, that the ‘fantasy’ element isn’t pushed … Continue reading
Food. We all need it. It’s all made of basically the same stuff. But oh, in how many different ways can it be prepared. Speaking as a man for whom food is very important, it played a big part in … Continue reading
Continuing, as I am, in my supine estate, I am receiving most excellent medical care. I believe that pets do have therapeutic value, and mine take their duties especially seriously. Here is a candid shot of a CAT scan of … Continue reading
Many years ago when the world was young (OK, it was 1985) I suffered a rock’n’roll injury. I was hefting an electric piano into the back of my car at the time. Tech heads may or may not be interested … Continue reading