EDitorial ± 26-Mar-2001

Tightly Coiled

When I were a lad, still wearing short trousers (one of the many reasons why I left the cubs), I was taught this stupid little rhyme:
Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies is?
There's another bit concerning the bird being on the wing, i.e. in flight, when actually the wing is on the bird. Ho, and indeed, ho. Someone was a poet and perhaps unaware of the fact, producing a rhyme every occasion, though the verse could have been not as good. If you catch my drift.

Not Greenwich Mean Time

You all remembered to put the clocks forwards an hour at the weekend? As did I, naturally. Except that I forgot all about my watch, which coincidentally had the same time as the clock in the car. Much confusion ensued on Sunday, as you can imagine. Still, daylight saving (or British Summer Time over here in Blighty) has to be a good idea, doesn't it? Made a very pleasant change biking back from work without the lights on, though leaving at 5.30pm played its part too. Apparently, during World War 2, something called "double summer time" was used in England for part of the year, where clocks were two hours ahead in the summer and an hour ahead in winter. I'd have been totally lost.

Not Greenwich Mean Time

Perhaps it won't be too long before the majority of timepieces are like my Sony clock-radio, the one that's usually spitting out Radio Five Live while I wash up in my marigolds. Thanks to RDS, whatever that stands for, the liquid crystal display is clever enough to pick up the time signal whenever it's tuned into FM (over to Steve Lamacq, in my case). Which means that it resets itself automatically on the move to BST or back to GMT. Smart or what?

Not Greenwich Mean Time

If You Take Away With You Nothing Else
Hours, seconds, minutes:

  1. as the man Jagger said, time is on my side
  2. digital watches: they will return, rest assured
  3. a man with one watch knows the time; a man with two is never sure
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