Dirk is Supercool

Come live in South Africa, they said. The music there is great, they said.

I’m slightly behind the curve on this one: it was shared by watkykjy.com yesterday. Then the video mysteriously disappeared. “Thankfully”, now it’s back. It went again. 🙁 But anyway, I’m more than happy not to be the first person to tell the world about Dirk van der Westhuizen (hear more of his stuff here) (I can’t believe I just wrote that).

UK readers will probably see this as being some kind of joke or parody. Sadly, it’s not, and with Kurt Darren not getting any younger, artists like Dirk represent the new wave of Afrikaans dance music.

Oh joy.

Last Tuesday

Records were set when, last Tuesday the 6th November, I used the Exclusive Books store in Canal Walk as a cut through to get to Sportsman’s Whorehouse and aurally encountered this:

Wham!’s Xmas offering has long been held as my official notice that the Christmas shopping period has begun and madness may now officially ensue. Other signs – fake plastic trees and the like – have been around for a while, but it’s not really Christmas shopping hell until you’ve heard “Last Christmas”.

There seemed no more appropriate place to realise this than in Canal Walk.

Knot good

It’s one of those pet hates; when you pop you headphones in your pocket and the tangle elves get to work tying all sorts of knots in them, meaning that listening to music the following day takes 10 minutes longer than you had planned.

Well, it’s not your fault. I’ve recently learned that you can blame PHYSICS!

A duo at the University of California found no elves (durr – they’re invisible!) but they did find some PHYSICS!

It is well known that a jostled string tends to become knotted; yet the factors governing the “spontaneous” formation of various knots are unclear. We performed experiments in which a string was tumbled inside a box and found that complex knots often form within seconds.

From that initial line, maybe the best way to avoid this difficulty is not to jostle your pockets. Some men may find this rather taxing.

We used mathematical knot theory to analyse the knots. Above a critical string length, the probability P of knotting at first increased sharply with length but then saturated below 100%. This behaviour differs from that of mathematical self-avoiding random walks, where P has been proven to approach 100%. Finite agitation time and jamming of the string due to its stiffness result in lower probability, but P approaches 100% with long, flexible strings.

Basically, all other factors (and basically, this means trouser jostling) being equal, the longer your cable, the more likely it is to knot.

There are graphs, photos and a whole raft of other formulae and statistical explanation in the paper. I did my best to work my way through it and, despite falling asleep twice, managed to get to the end.

Imagine my disappointment when I found that they had not even bothered to provide a solution for this horrible phenomenon.

Science is amazing and science can be used to demonstrate amazing things. You only have to look at some Austrian bloke jumping from what appeared to be a large, old-fashioned kettle on the edge of space to see this. But all those amazing things are no use if they can’t be put to practical use. Lest we forget, Felix’s freefall allegedly taught us that we could safely eject from spaceplanes of the future (ok, bit of a stretch there in attempting to justify their expense sheet by the guys at Red Bull perhaps, but still).

But this, for all their efforts:

The experiment was repeated hundreds of times with each string length to collect statistics.

gives us just that. Statistics. And they are statistics that say that if you put your headphones in your pocket and you jostle (or even if you don’t), you are going to end up with knotted cable.

This is no help whatsoever and I feel that I must apologise on behalf of science. In my humble opinion, experiments with no practical application should be banned. Physics should be banned. Raymer and Smith have dragged its name through the mud.

And if those bans leave us with no more skydives from space, well so be it. The likelihood of me ever having to evacuate a spaceplane seems rather small when compared with the likelihood of me having to untie another sodding knot in my Sennheiser CX300II’s every time I take them out of my pocket. And no, I am not a serial jostler.

Science must provide answers and solutions. Otherwise we might as well just all study the arts.

Start Small: Stuffed Mouse

What worthwhile task can you learn in four hours? Computer programming? The basics of another language? Some sort of knitting perhaps?
Well, maybe. But while you’re doing any of the above, your mind would surely be wondering why you were learning that and not learning the art of Anthropomorphic Mouse Taxidermy.

Anthropomorphic taxidermy – the practice of mounting and displaying taxidermied animals as if they were humans or engaged in human activities – was a popular art form during the Victorian and Edwardian eras.

Yes. And now you too can stuff your own mouse on a Wednesday afternoon in London.

All materials – including a mouse for each student – will be provided, and each class member will leave at the end of the day with their own anthropomorphic taxidermied mouse. Students are invited to bring any miniature items with which they might like to dress or decorate their new friend; some props and miniature clothing will also be provided by the teacher. A wide variety of sizes and colours of mice will be available.
No former taxidermy experience is required.

Which is good, because I haven’t got any of that.

There are some general notes at the bottom of the page, including:

Please do not bring any dead animals with you to the class

Which is the sort of specific request that immediately indicates that one or more students have done this before.

Eww.

Unpublished letters to the Telegraph

Here’s a taster from “Imagine My Surprise…”, a collection of the best unpublished letters to the Daily Telegraph throughout 2012.

The letters include a 68 year old husband who describes the fact that the Telegraph published news that 67 per cent of women over 80 are sexually active and that most achieve orgasm as “devastating news”, a man who can’t see the attraction of Pippa Middleton, claiming that he sees “better-looking girls in the queue for Greggs in Walsall” and a correspondent with a simple question: “Am I alone in thinking that Jeremy Paxman looks like a Proboscis monkey?”

Click the link and go read the rest. For us Brits with our dry sense of humour, it’s an ideal Christmas pressie.

Imagine My Surprise…: Unpublished Letters to The Daily Telegraph by Iain Hollingshead is available from Amazon.co.uk