Friday September 30th 2011 Tim Candler
I got the phone
call. Just to ask whether I was still interested. Which
could mean the background check has run its course, and I am at least
acceptable. Or it could mean that around noon today men in white
shirts might come for me, and if they do, I hope they are polite because
an authority that turns ruffian hasn't watched enough television.
Today of course is Mott's birthday.
He would have been one hundred and six. And who could have thought a solid
state electronic switch could be manufactured from the eighth most common
element in the Universe. So probably the powerful should blame Mott
for the superabundance of telephones, cameras and other such record keeping