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70-Up

As a British person of a certain age, the Up Series has been televisual background radiation throughout my entire life. The people featured in 7-Up are roughly the same age as my mother and father; the last episode of 70-Up was broadcast this week on my father’s 72nd birthday. It was a big event in our house when it rolled around every seven years. You see, while Dad spent a lot of that time being a TV repairman, he never (and still doesn’t) said “I want to watch this.” But every seven years, it was understood that Dad really wanted to watch this show, and wanted us all to watch it together, which to me gave the programme a special sheen distinct from almost everything else on television.

In addition to all that, one particular edition is seared in my memory. Before the broadcast of 49-Up in 2005, I had a blazing row with my parents, the like of which we have never had before or since. I was in a bad place, and they were very worried about me, and I reacted poorly to this. I felt that I was never going to amount to anything and that I had completely failed. It may sound trite, I know, but watching the show after the argument helped so much; I could see that, for example, Bruce was absolutely terrible with relationships right up until he wasn’t, that Neil had managed to claw himself back to a life that that was much better than being homeless up in the Shetland Isles, that Suzy went off the rails, but found a way forward, and so on. It really did help me that evening, and then, thanks to my grandmother pointing out a job advert in Oxford and a knowledge of Linux, two months later I was back in full-time employment, and things got better, even if some aspects took longer than others.

It was important, later on, when I became Nick and travelled across the Atlantic, that I took Tammy to go see 56-Up when it did a tour of US cinemas. These are the people of my parents’ generation; this is what I grew up with (and just how playgrounds in the 1960s were terrifying deathtraps). The series means an awful lot to me, and one day I will sit down with Maeryn and show her the country that her Granny and Grandad grew up in, a country that doesn’t exist in quite the same way as it did in 1964, and we will go through the series until she gets bored and goes off and watches some crazed AI thing that I can’t yet even imagine.

As I’ve mentioned, I re-watched all of Up over the past couple of weeks in preparation for the final episode. I’m not sure if I can really recommend that; everybody’s lives pass so quickly, the clips changing but also repeating in different but familiar ways each time around, rapidly building up sediment and silt of footage and decisions. The jackets worn in 1978, the wallpaper in 1985, the Olympics in 2012. I really also cannot recommend watching it all on two plane trips, either, as when Nick revealed his condition in 63-Up…well, it probably wasn’t entirely great for everybody else in the row, who were doubtless left wondering why this middle-aged fool was tearing up over his iPad. After this, I knew that 70-Up was going to be a messy evening, and something I should probably do by myself (and some whisky). I was not wrong.

I was actually doing somewhat okay in the first part, right up until it got to Bruce walking across the beach and the reveal that he does volunteering for the RNLI. And of course he does. At 70 years old, strapping on a lifejacket — a good Christian man in a world where that phrase seems almost completely out-of-date. Just a wonderful person. I think Apted was a little disappointed in him going off to work in a private school and (in Apted’s mind) retreating to family life, but I loved this bit, echoing back to another part where I lost it on the plane back to the US, where in 42-Up (1998) Bruce talks about an Algerian friend of his that says Britain is so welcoming, more welcoming than anywhere else he’d been, and I teared up a little for what we have lost over the past thirty years.

(again, apologies to everybody that sat in that row)

The structure this time around was deliberately different. The first episode was mostly that sediment, with maybe a minute or two at most of new footage (although we did find out that Symon and his wife had fostered over 130 children, which was astonishing). The second episode was really where it all was; you could say that they were finally getting their own back on Apted now that he wasn’t there, but the series has always had autocritique built into it right back from 7+7 onwards. John revealed that he wouldn’t let Apted do any of his interviews when he came back due to how badly he thought he was portrayed at 7, 14, and 21. And while I don’t think he’s entirely wrong — Apted did have preconceived notions about the children in the show, but I also think that over the course of the series, John actually comes out of it really well. Yes, certainly, he’s 100% the punchable Tory toff at 14 and 21, and you can complain about Apted edits, but you said the priggish things, whereas Andrew and Charles just looked a little embarrassed. But Apted does give him the grace and space at 21 for John to say that he believes that his class position gives him responsibility, and then the wide arc of the series shows John doing exactly that. I’m sure that politically, I am poles apart from him, but damn, you have to respect him for using his privilege to raise so much money for Bulgaria and all the charity work he did there and his QC work in the courts over the decades. It was also interesting for Andrew to reveal that his parents came over as asylum seekers just before WW2; both he and John being such bastions of British upper-classes in 7-Up and you’d never know from just that initial episode how quickly their family tree comes from outside the British Isles, again reinforcing just how the British are a mongrel people, and how the country is all the better for it.

And then there’s Nick. On my first go-around, I identified with Bruce…how could I not? But on the rewatch, I saw a lot of myself in Nick. And how could I not? The boy who ran away to America, leaving his extended family behind and all that comes with that. I think myself incredibly lucky that I live in a time period where I can, every Friday, call home on the iPad and the family gets to have a chat with Maeryn and me. We’re going home in two weeks and again at Christmas, and hopefully my family will be over to visit again next year. We can text, send photos and videos, staying in touch with an ease that Nick never had. And yet it’s still hard, so I just can’t imagine can’t imagine how difficult it was for him. And then at the end, Nick holding on just to complete the interview, about how important the series was to him…and dying just a few days after filming had finished…it was a lot.

Apted does come in for his reckoning, not just through the group, but also from himself, with audio interviews threaded through the second episode describing how he got things wrong, particularly his vision of Tony turning to crime in 21-Up. I think there’s a subtle shift from 28-Up onwards where it’s a little less didactic (perhaps because of that, and Jackie’s understandable reaction to his questioning about marrying so early). But maybe John and Charles aside, it’s clear that Apted loved the group, and they loved him back, even if it was at the remove of “a difficult uncle”. We also saw a lot of clips that I don’t think we’ve seen before; takes that were never used, other conversations that took place at the 21-Up party that weren’t part of the original broadcast, including a fairly standard “foreign people are coming here and taking our council houses” diatribe from Tony that does put Apted’s accusations of racism in a context that Apted himself could have made stronger in the edit, but didn’t (of course, Tony probably gets the harshest put-down in the entire series when Apted points out that Tony failed at all his listed achievements). You do wonder just what else is in those archives, and also can I please have access to it so I could tag it and index it into a search engine? Pretty please?

(Tony gets a great little moment where he reveals that he’s picked up most of the group in his cab one time or another. And of course John tipped beyond all sense of reasonableness)

It had to end, and I feel it ends on a triumphant note. A monumental achievement of television and of life itself. Sue even finally got remarried! Did it really prove the maxim of “Give me a child until he is seven and I will show you the man”? Maybe in some ways, but not really. There’s something of the child throughout their years, but things change, experience takes over. Did it prove Apted’s indictment of the class system? Again, not so much, though it is true that despite all three of them having to work hard for what they achieved, it’s clear that John, Andrew, and Charles (and Suzy to a lesser extent) all stayed within the protections of their class and basically followed out the path mapped out for them. But everybody else did things that Apted never really expected. And I think that’s what the series changed into; the time-lapse of all these lives, all unique, and all mundane. They could be any one of us, or our fathers and our mothers, living through the 20th century. We may never see a documentary of its length and breadth ever again, and I’m grateful all of us still here got to see it to the end.

that idiot crying over his iPad on a plane

Phoenix: Quite Hot, Actually

One thing that I completely forgot about during the last two weeks of travel was New iPhone Day. Mainly, I missed it because I was walking around London, but after checking in post-event, it’s not like I was interested in any sort of an upgrade. And that goes for almost everything Apple-related in the house right now; my iPad is just fine, thank you, and I’m still running happily on a 2021 M1 MacBook (okay, I slightly regret not getting an M5 last year before the AI companies bought up all the available RAM and SSD supplies, but on a day-to-day basis, the machine is just fine!). Mind you, if they release a new Apple TV in the next couple of months, I’ll be all over that, but that’s about my limit of Apple desire these days…

Anyway, I Spent My First Week This Weekend In Phoenix, Arizona, And I Think The Main Takeaway Is Anybody That Tells You, Oh Wow, It’s A Dry Heat, Is Somebody Who Can Just Be Ignored Because I Don’t Care If It’s A Dry Heat.

Seriously, try pushing a buggy in 40ºC heat — it’s just miserable whether it’s wet or dry! It was mostly a trip where Maeryn and I would explore things to do in the morning or sit in the hotel room whilst Tammy was busy at her conference, preferably without either of the two of us dying of heatstroke. There was a Children’s Museum a few blocks away from the hotel, which was a nice way to spend a few hours, but it did make me realize just how lucky we have it in Cincinnati. The Cincinnati Museum Center is, you know, an actual museum with exhibits and stuff, not just “here’s a bunch of balls and things to play on”. Also, it’s the Hall of Justice. I will say that American indoor soft play is a step above from what I remember back home, too — we went to an indoor centre which had had a (very small) football pitch on the first floor along with a short racing circuit on the ground, multiple fast slides ready to inspire terror in the hearts of parents, and of course, a dance zone. Lots of fun. Although the purple slide almost killed me…

Our sleep schedule is completely wrecked with all the timezone shifting; we’d basically go to sleep almost as soon as we’d put Maeryn down while in Arizona, and then after coming home, we woke up at 9am on both Saturday and Sunday, an almost-unheard-of time of the day (normally, a small person in the house insists on a time between 6am and 7…). So the weekend has been shorter than expected. And we only have two weeks until the next set of flights…

so tired

“Planes, Planes, and More Planes”

I’m writing this en route to Phoenix; it has been a weekend of planes, but I’m finally on the last one (until next Friday, course). A quick visit home, and an even shorter overnight stay in my own bed in Cincinnati before heading back to the airport again.

Saint Etienne were…well, I hope to write a more expansive post on that soon, but let’s just say great for now. London was London, and I was very well disposed to it this time around; almost no rain, my first-ever trip to the BFI Mediatheque1, and of course doing the standard tourist thing of visiting Dishoom for breakfast he first chance I had. And all sorts of people standing outside of pubs drinking well into the early hours. That was actually really comforting to see, given that my first image of Britain on landing was a horde of blackshirts.

Now, off to Arizona and the totally-fine temperatures of 108ºF. But it’s a dry heat, they all try to tell you…


  1. You can just walk in off the street and watch random TV shows from the past for free! Things that have never been repeated! I should have spent more time there, but I would have felt a little guilty spending all the trip inside… ↩︎

“london”“cincinnati”“phoenix”

Back Home (Slight Return)

Just in case anybody sees me in Bicester next week - yes, I’m flying out to the UK tonight, but it’s a weird trip where I will be home for two days (or more like one and a half), before I head to London for a tech conference, and then on Friday night I’m off to see Saint Etienne on their final tour. So I am not likely going to be able to meet up with anybody on this visit as it’s going to be a whirlwind adventure, but we’ll be over for two weeks in December, so hopefully I’ll see a bunch of you then.

(also, continued apologies for ruining Tammy’s love of the Trader Joe’s Vanilla Chantilly cake)

flying visitand then, phoenix???

Babble

One of the most eyebrow-raising parts of the recent HuggingFace hack was the co-ordination of all the agents, where they found a dormant messageboard and used it to exchange messages (there’s also evidence that they’ve been leaving messages to each other on public wikis too). Really, we shouldn’t be that surprised; software developers in general are messy gossips that would make a gaggle of old women down at the Post Office nod their heads in respect.

Anyway, if they love a messageboard, maybe we just give it to them? I built Babble, a CLI-based tool that you can safely hand off to your agent swarm. It does all the usual things you’d expect of such a tool at this point; it’s fully self-documenting and there’s a skills file you can slot in to your agent workflow. The ‘forum’ it presents allows threads, at-mentions, and as of right now, emoji reaction support, because it’s a forum, after all. As well as all that, it comes with a web view so you can keep an eye on what they’re talking about, and even inject comments in the threads yourself, just in case they’re trying to pull a SkyNet.

Is it actually useful? Well, I’ve only been using it since Wednesday, and it has taken a little nudging to get the agents comfortable posting all over the place instead of confining themselves to one thread. But it’s at least interesting to see them leaving notes for each other. I’ve created a thread where they can ask for improvements to the board. I’ll likely wake up tomorrow to a massive moderation flame war and entrenched factions. Just like a proper board…

of course it's in Rustno poll support yet, mind youforum for terminators

The Empty Playground

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Continuing my middle-class parenting adventures, I am confused. The above is a pretty impressive playground; maybe not huge, but it has a three-level play structure with lots of different slide types, a merry-go-round, big swings and little swings, a dedicated toddler area, two glockenspiels and drums, as well as picnic tables and benches given shade by massive umbrella structures. Plus, it’s very blue. And yet, at 10am on a Sunday morning, it’s completely deserted. It doesn’t make sense — Maeryn and I have been to the playground that is almost equidistant from our house at the same time and it’s usually packed. So why don’t people go to Bicentennial Park? It even has better parking than West Fork!

where is everybody?

Gadgets & More Gadgets

One thing I have come to realize over the years is that I am very prone to falling for gadgets. This means I have a graveyard of electronics that has followed me from Bicester to Manchester, across the Atlantic to Chapel Hill and back again…and then back again via shipping container and moving van to Cincinnati. There’s all sorts of weird and wonderful things; animal toys that click together and play different tones depending on the arrangement, my Sony Cyber-Shot DSC-U10 (still so cute!), the period of time where I’d take a Handspring Visor on the bus to Oxford every day before I gave in and finally bought my first real mobile phone (and that iPhone is probably still around somewhere too).

There’s all sorts of Bluetooth things, and then a spurt of things from 2022 when Tammy and I were throwing around ideas for another escape room, this time having one room across three different time zones. We really went all out on this; I have rolls of NFC sticker tags hanging about, and I had built a working Pepper’s Ghost effect that would have been used, plus I had already had the idea to pull in (then quite early) models capable of voice cloning and facial recognition. We probably should have written more of it down…maybe when Maeryn is a little older, we can run a version of it…

Then there’s the more recent things. The RFID/NFC battery-less e-ink photoframe (which promises a lot more than it can deliver, but some photos come out really nicely on it), the Xteink mini e-readers, and then the influx of ESP32 stick devices. These were Matt Webb’s fault. An absolutely tiny form-factor (smaller than a pack of chewing gum!) and yet it has 8Mb of memory. Anyway, I now have 5 of these because…of reasons. Finally, the most recent arrival is the Cardputer ADV, which is similar to one of those sticks but it has a “full” keyboard and looks so 90s-hacker-coded that I feel like I’m in Sneakers every time I look at it.1 Easily worth $30.

And then there’s Maeryn’s toys. When she got the Toniebox a couple of years ago, I did have a poke around at the state of reverse engineering, although sadly I came to the conclusion that it probably made sense just to play around with Creative Tonies instead of trying to flash (and likely brick) the Toniebox itself.

There’s also a competitor to Toniebox called Yoto, and one of the things that Yoto has going for it is that their Yoto Mini system is considerably smaller than a Toniebox2, and while it doesn’t have the cute range of figurines, the cards are so much easier to pack for travel. Tammy found a great deal on the Mini recently, and it arrived this weekend. I hadn’t really paid that much attention to the system, but when she took it out of the box, I was struck by how fun and little it was, with a simple 16x16 LCD panel that can be used by stories for little icons as stories are playing.

Anyway, more out of idle curiosity than anything else, I searched to see if there was a similar reverse engineering effort. And instead I landed on the developer API page. I’m fairly sure my eyes widened as I saw API contracts, MQTT events detailed, and quickly found a Python wrapper. You can even point to content that isn’t on their servers…and you can alter that content and get button push information from the box itself over the internet. Five minutes later, I had the idea of “Daddy’s London Travelogue”, where I can send an update (with fun icons!) every day I’m going to be in the UK in September, and Maeryn can put in a card to get the latest update every evening.

Naturally, before 13:00 on Saturday, Claude and I had this working. But there’s even more. The way that the Yoto system works…it doesn’t really care if you swap files about. Even if you do it dynamically. You could use the two button presses from the device to make a simple game work. Which in itself would be fun, but there’s nothing stopping you from using a separate controller system (e.g. a tablet or phone or dedicated ESP32 device…) and using that to control the webapp that you host to alter what gets sent to the Yoto Mini.

It was at that point I had to physically separate myself from the computer, as I was already plotting something akin to an aural version of Knightmare3, and it would have sucked up the whole rest of my day. And funnily enough, a good part of the day I should be actually spending with Maeryn…

…but there’s always nights…


  1. It helps that most of the custom firmwares for the ADV look like this ↩︎

  2. It seems like Tonie might be feeling the pinch a little here as they’ve just released the Toniebox Lite, which is a lot closer to the Yoto Mini’s size. And it also has USB-C charging, which is making it a tempting replacement… ↩︎

  3. Look, you know it would be awesome. ↩︎

a morning with Claudefear my hacking skills

Visions of Heaven and Hell

I built another thing. I don’t think it’s useful, not really, but I still built it. If, by some chance, you had always wanted a online search engine dedicated to Visions of Heaven and Hell, a 1994 documentary broadcast on Channel 4, then…congratulations? And we should probably say hello at some point?

The search engine in question.

Most of this was two afternoons, and the second was spent fiddling with CSS and picking an embedding model that would be fine in a browser process1.

I still can’t really tell you why I did it, either. I spent a good part of my free evenings in early July mainlining a lot of mid-90s BBC/C4 docs on the Internet and what it was going to do to us. Smiling at some bits and going “Oh, well, damn, you nailed that one.” Simultaneously re-reading The Invisibles to fully bask in that there’s-a-new-world-coming feeling2. I’d never seen Visions before, somehow, and it just felt like something I wanted to cut up and process with 2026 open source technology.

If you really want to be afraid, I have over 500 editions of Horizon on my NAS and I think the world needs them to be searchable…


  1. The Tree-SAE model took a bit longer, but as you might imagine, that was built for a potential revamp of my Adam Curtis site, so it was just hanging around and I thought it would transfer pretty nicely… ↩︎

  2. I was told there would be a lot more smart drinks and programmable nanofields in my future. ↩︎

nice and smooth2012 was a long time ago, Grantchannel 4 way back when

15 Years And No Mistake

When I came here, a decade-and-a-half ago, I am sure I did not imagine that fifteen years later, I’d be lying on the floor in a completely different state, singing Appetite to my three year old because she wanted to hear the songs “you sang me when I was little.”

And yet, here I am, and I can’t imagine anything better. In another fifteen years, Maeryn will be eighteen, and I can’t imagine that, either, but I know it’ll be here faster than an eyeblink.

if you steal, be Robin Hood

When I came home on Monday…

In what was otherwise a pretty terrible week, it was wonderful to see a section of my social media follow to completely lose their top over discovering that one of our long-term Holy Grails sneaked onto YouTube a few months ago. Yes, that’s right, the complete, unedited, and unabridged Statutory Right of Entry is now available for your unbridled CSO enjoyment.

(there’s even a comment on the page from one of the VT people that made it happen!)

stilgoe lorecso cso cso