Some recent satisfying audio programs and podcasts

 Apart from the awful name, this is a good comedy written by Tom Craine and Henry Paker: If you are interested in film history here's one for you: Even if you are not interested in classical music, Mozart in particular, this is a good play: This collection of connected short stories about a talent contest in Belfast is very good. Each story told by a different aspiring star: An interesting adaption of a book in 10 short episodes This seems to be a ghost story, but isn't, it is something stranger:

The Semiotics of Car Driving

 Use your fucking indicators you twat.

The opening of an exhibition is always the best part

The exhibition opened... ...and the opening is always the best part.  Then there are the days of emptiness ! (There are two YouTube videos of one part of the exhibition, Video 1 and Video 2 .)              

Potential Visitors Passing By

 After the opening of an exhibition I've done enough exhibitions to know that much of the time is spent watching people walking passed the entrance.

Pura Vanità : Una mostra personale di Owen Ransen

Orario Sabato 19 Novembre     17:30-19:00 Domenica 20 Novembre   10:00-12:00    15:00-18:00 Sabato 26 Novembre     10:00-12:00    15:00-18:00 Domenica 27 Novembre   10:00-12:00    15:00-18:00   Mappa: Atelier Ferioli, Piazza San Magno 3 , Legnano Deplian (PDF):       You Tube

The Museum Of Bad Art (MOBA) has no abstract works

   The Museum Of Bad Art (MOBA) has no abstract works. Could this be because it is impossible to tell if an abstract work is any good or not?  The abstract artist makes you "work hard", and after you have worked hard the only thing which remains are meaningless words like dirty dust in your mouth. You start coughing in unbelief.

I'm beginning to see ghosts

 I'm beginning to see ghosts. Not often, only sometimes. They usually appear during the day. A man or woman standing nearby listing to the conversation I'm having with a human or animal. They are like standing up shadows, or dark slowly moving sculptures. I turn to look and they are gone. They are neither menacing nor friendly, just slightly disquieting.  Years ago I heard a doctor talking about an oldish woman who kept seeing the Manchester United football team in her kitchen. She asked the doctor if she was going mad. He knew she had problems with her eyes, and knew she was sane  and intelligent, and so gave this explanation: "The brain, when not getting all the data it needs, will invent things, dragging from memory images which might possibly fit the poor data from old eyes and/or in poorly lit rooms." So it is an interesting phenomenon, and that is all. (But who are they, and what do they want with me?)