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"I know something you don't know, doo-dah, doo-dah..." I admit, I was in a bit of a silly mood as I walked up the aisle of the plane flying from Boston to Heathrow. The night before had been a treat, a feast of sight and sound, and there …

Neal Stephenson really is a jolly good writer, isn't he? He must be - he can churn out more words than aphids on a bed of roses (poor, but I'm working on it). He's not so strong on names and places, which may be why most of his recent work …

It is the evening of what has been a fine, sunny yet breezy day, one of the first that could really call itself Spring. The sun is holding a steady position on the western horizon, still warm and pleasant enough to walk the dog, yet …

I was just now listening to Simon Singh's Radio 4 broadcast about the Four Colours problem. No doubt a little over-stimulated by having just finished Cryptomicron (cracking book, if you haven't read it), I'm now sitting in a Little Chef …

The scene: a reasonably well-to-do restaurant in downtown Boston. Outside, a number of ironwork tables, largely unoccupied. In one corner, separated from the street corner by an iron railing, sit our thirty-somethings - Karin, Carole, …

I arrived in Providence on the train, unconscious of the fact that it was in this city that saw the tragic and untimely demise of Great White following that foolish application of pyrotechnics. Arriving early, I met with Jason who told me …