Fiction better than fact

Ok, catching up on the weekend: Went snowboarding with Tech guys from work and others to Chill Factor on Saturday, had a spicy chicken enchillada with 3 Dos Equis. Off to Ioannis’ for a quick change and then out to the Saints and Scholars in Didsbury. More beer, then caught up with everyone in the Pitcher & Piano. From there we headed off to La Tasca for Hannah’s birthday meal, where we had mixed tapas, beers and wine before heading off to Mojo’s. Met up with more people there before heading off to Sugar Lounge. We ended the night dancing in Copacabana.


Football was great yesterday, Pareto got beat 7-0 and I got a nasty scrape on my knee. Went home to catch Murray beating Pasquel/Gasquet/Rasquel or some similarly named Frenchie in a thrilling 5 set match. Tried to watch Cloverfield but was too damn knackered.

In this weeks New Scientist I see an aticle called ‘The Science of Ficion’ that says “…reading novels isn’t just entertaining, it helps you navigate the complex social world. It reminded me of an old sci-fi compilation book I have which has the story ‘The Saturn Game’ by Poul Andersen. It explores the repercussions of active imaginations by talking about people creating imaginary game scenarios when idle for long periods, such as the time it takes an interplantary vessel to reach Saturn perhaps?


I’ve always tried to read some of the “classics” to get an education (following the BBC’s Big Read Top 100 list) and rate my prodigious sci-fi reading as just entertainment. This research has turned that theory upside down!