What The Hell Is A Gigawatt?

According to the Greenwich Mean Time + 1:00 (British Summer Time) Clock it is 11:38:45... 46... 47... You get the picture. Time is ticking along as we trundle into the later part of the year. Time has been ticking away as my fingers press down on these little buttons, and it's time I won't be able to get back. Seconds, minutes, hours... These turn to days, months and years... You get the idea - I trust you're not a mindless heap of flesh. If you haven't worked out yet, time is measuring system, used to compare durations of events and the intervals between them. Scientifically, philosophically and religiously, time is held close to much work. If there was no time, where would we be?

So with that in mind what happens when you venture into the pool of time. It's an incredibly complex system, brains implode and skulls crack with the mere thought of time travel, paradoxes, Newtonian Time, time dilation... Google the word 'Time.' See how many search results the magical Google has produced; "2,910,000,000 for 'Time.'" It's a rather large topic of discussion.

Non-fiction and fiction alike have produced some incredible work using the bases of Time - H.G. Welles: The Time Machine is a truly incredibly work of writing fusing the reality of time with Science-Fiction and making time travel seem so simple my left testicle could saddle up a little gizmo to transport it's self into the future... Only to be horribly disappointed when it sees itself still hanging there, maybe a little lower and more shriveled with a grey comb over of wiry pubic hair. So yes! Time Travel! From Doctor Who traveling through time and space in his Tardis to Marty McFly hitting 88MPH in a DeLorean sending him thirty years into the past.

Time Travel, of course, is the premise of moving between different moments in time, either sending objects, information and even in some cases Arnold Schwarzenegger backwards or forwards in time from the present time. Despite time travel being a common catalyst in fiction it has been arguably possible to perform this phenomenon. Writing out the idea of time travel has begin to give my brain a sharp and horrible pain let alone delving into the scientific explanations to whether or not we actually could. Wormholes, General Relativity, the 'Delayed Choice Quantum Eraser' experiment.

If you step back and think long and hard about the concept and idea that these scientists and artists are trying to create and in most cases, bring to life, it can really give you a demolishing and bleak outlook on things. You're just a bunch of atoms sitting here looking at more atoms that are making up this computer screen, on a desk - made up of more atoms, in a house made out of atoms, in a world just made up of millions, billions and trillions of atoms. Countless atoms that can just be thrown up, down and all around, like a puppet with tangled strings.

With time travel still more grounded more in fiction than reality it's pretty safe to say that those lost hours of happiness and naivety shall stay lost in the past. Untouched and unreachable. Just like the second that went after you finished reading This word. It's now gone and it's not coming back. Time has moved on now and know doubt it'll be against you what ever you are doing. To now get those dishes dry before The X-Factor starts, to catch that train to get to that important meeting, to say goodbye to someone you still love after all those years before you move away.

I wonder if the DeLorean would really help capture back those 'good times' or the reason time travel hasn't been developed properly is because those times are left in the past for a reason and in the back of our minds we know we shouldn't have them back. 88MPH sounds like a good idea to me to get back that time you and i adored.

Save the clock tower?

Bye Bye Summer Time Telly

Today is the 1st of September. Summers coming to a close and I've began to feel a certain comfort watching the night creep up and cover up the sun so early. It's admirable in knowing that soon we can become comfortable outside, wrapped up in warm clothing; coats, scarfs, hats and cloves. It's also a good date - the 1st of September because Big Brother wraps up soon. I'm not a basher of 'Big B' but I'm also not a lover. I don't stay in every night fixated on my telly box watching Bum Face pick his nose then wipe it on the florescent sofa to later hear Smelly Bollock moan and complain about the already exacerbating situation that they are all in. What with next years being the last, I do hope someone actually ticks over one day and commits several sever cases of brutal murder.

I tend to watch Big Brother when I really cannot be bothered to lift my fingers or it just grabs my attention at that moment in time. It then becomes enjoyable for me to point and laugh at these people, it also gives me to think about what I would do if I was a housemate. I would go to the kitchen were Spade Face is making some toast to which I would then begin making conversation with her, I would then wiggle in the fact that Twat Mouth has been talking about Spade Face behind her back. OMG! Gossip unfolds. Bull shitted, stirred up twoddle made up by me. I'd then pour myself a bowl of Frosties, sit back on the boggie cover sofa and wait for the fireworks to erupt. Don't hate me for it, everyone loves watching a bitch fight.

Another Channel 4 reality-wank-stain-show is the prep infested Shipwrecked. My hangovers are made worse when I turn on my telly to find these pretty faced 20 something twats bumble around on a beach. I don't really understand the premise for this show - sadly. At first I thought it was some kind of 21st Century televised Auschwitz programme. I was hoping we could call in and vote for the Plank we wanted gassed. But no, it becomes what can only be described as a partially scripted soap opera or the menstruation of Lost. This creation is like watching two TV executives run into each other at high speed whilst one of them holds a copy of the latest Jack Wills catalogue and the other holds a copy of William Golding's Lord of the Flies. It's a disgusting. If I was given the chance to be the producer of that 'programme' I'd still keep the format pretty similar, just change a few little bits here and there. Firstly, I'd cover the beach in landmines, hidden in the sand. This will really make them think is a twatish beach party is really worth a member of The Sharks losing a limb in a horrific explosion. Next, each day I would release a new creature on the island - I think I might this part a phone in thing, may as well make some piss pennies whilst I'm in charge. Each week a new animal/creature would be shipped on to the islands to join the contestants, they would range from a large collection of poisonous spiders to a wild and hungry tiger. Like I said, the public can phone in and vote the animal they would like to see prowl the island.

That could teach those blank, wooden pretty faced bellends a thing or too about going on 'Gap Year' or 'Finding themselves.' Pricks.