Trolley 860

Another trolley on Station Approach which I managed to miss on my first pass. Must learn to pay more attention to this particular spot. A M&S medium small trolley.

Pausing only for a spot of shopping in Waitrose, pushed on round Middle Lane and the Screwfix passage to take my customary snap of the Screwfix whitebeam. Still not in full flower.

The day's haul. From the top, white nectarines, red grapefruit and saucisson sec. 'Bastides Saucisson Sec à l'Ancienne'. Shan bag left. One never knows when the sausage might come in - and there are always onions, lentils, garlic and so forth in the cupboard to make something up. One 200g sausage usually good for one batch of something.

White nectarines from Spain. Not bad, but not as good as good yellow nectarines. The catch being that Sainsbury's are not a very reliable supplier of these last.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/trolley-859.html.

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Bread statistics

This prompted by this morning's bread making activities.

The snap above being taken from the Excel record of baking bread from January 2011, a period heading towards fifteen years.

I read this graph to say that the interval between batches is slowly but steadily increasing, suggesting decreasing consumption as I get older.

Seemingly simple enough, but there are, nevertheless, some confounds.

First, in the early days, the weight of batches was lower, only settling down to the present 5lbs 12oz in 2015 or so. Checking this would require my writing a little routine to convert pounds and ounces in text form to decimal numbers. Which may not happen soon.

Second, holidays and other breaks in the normal course of events. At least these are mostly visible as spikes.

Third, consumption of my bread will, on occasion, be depressed by that of bought bread, usually white bread. This may vary in a systematic way.

Fourth, a presentational issue. The horizontal axis is linear in the number of batches but not in time. An issue which would be mitigated by showing date as well as serial number - but a mitigation which is beyond my rough and ready familiarity with Excel graphs. Short of the old-fashioned procedure of tacking on dates by hand. Possibly even writing them by hand. A proceeding which might, perhaps unfairly, give the impression of careless or shoddy work.

But, for the present, I still hold out for decreasing consumption, possibly correlated with decreasing exercise.

PS 1: this after the bread has gone into the proving bin for its second rise. Not sure that it is an improvement: is the untidy appearance - this despite the absence of handwriting - worth the added value?

PS 2: readers who are bakers may be interested to know that today's batch of bread, No.750, went into first rise weighing 5lbs 13oz and weighed out (hot) at 2lbs 8oz and 2lbs 8½oz - with 12½oz of water blowing off in one way or another.

Trolley 859

A two circuit day, with the first circuit around Horton Country Park being trolley free. And tadpole free: despite careful inspection, the pond contained no tadpoles - or anything much else of the animal variety - that we could see.

A pond which is not visible in gmaps, with the pond shown inside the wood top left in terrain view being, to my mind, the wrong one.

Turn to OS which does show a pond in what I think is the right place, to the right of the orange spot. But I suppose they do have the advantage of boots on the ground - or at least they did have, back in the 1970s. Think surveyor of reference 2.

So my pond is in the little stand of trees, below the much larger wood top left in the first snap. While their pond just gets a mention in the form of the name of the wood on the second snap, on OS. Maybe it is a seasonal pond?

A bit further round, this fine dog rose, the sort of thing that I used to see plenty of in Hook Road, back in the days of the spin around Jubilee Way. BH thought it was perhaps what Shakespeare called an eglantine, but Gemini, impressively erudite on the matter, says that if we are being picky the eglantine is the Rosa rubiginosa and the leaves smell of apple when wet or squeezed, while the dog rose is Rosa canina. But he allows that popular usage might conflate the two.

The resemblance of this flower to that at reference 1 is misleading, as the rose hip is not compound, rather a fruit containing lots of seeds. Gemini is also quite knowledgeable about making jelly from both hips and haws. We did try haws a few years back, but were not sufficiently impressed to bother again.

With the separation of the petals, and the lobes to the petals, I am going for dog rose rather than eglantine aka sweet briar.

Gemini continues to impress, although at the end of the conversation, just a hint of his old behaviour of agreeing with you rather fulsomely to keep you happy. Rather than informing you, or putting you right.

On the start of my second circuit, rather later in the day, this new-to-me plant, new despite it clearly having been there for a while. I thought it looked rather attractive - and a good space filler.

On the plant as a whole, Google Images put lavender at the top of the list, which I had not thought of, while not being very definite about it. Zooming in to show the leaf structure and the immature flowers, he was much more firm about lavender. I shall try rubbing some leaves between my fingers, maybe that will be the proof of this particular pudding.

Then over the hill to the first and only trolley of the day, a medium small trolley from the M&S food hall outside the entrance to Epsom Station. Can't think what might have happened to the post box behind.

The plant called a hollyhock by Google Images and noticed at reference 3. Flower buds are starting to form and I think he might well have been right. Let's hope it survives to flower.

In the alley behind the Sainsbury's store at Kiln Lane. Sweet briar or dog rose?

Google Images votes fairly strongly for dog rose, but does hedge its bets a bit, with the sweet briar at the top of the reserve list. I vote for dog rose for the lobed petals.

The hedging plants put in by the new man in TB, to replace the arty but untidy planters of the people before, look to be doing well, presently in full flower. Google Images seems clear that they are cherry laurel (Prunus laurocerasus).

The black blog is a dead balloon, snagged on a telephone wire from the flats above Costcutter aka Co-op right.

Later on, I gave the last of the lucky dips from Les Caves de Pyrene a go. A Plaisance Penavayre 'Cruchinet' and rather good. Maybe I will buy some more - although I will probably stick with Les Caves rather than going to reference 5, where it is to be had for €14, presumably plus P&P. Despite the pretty pictures of vines and so forth.

PS 1: in the middle of posting this, we took some pineapple from Marks & Spencer. Very ripe, juicy and sweet, but with an odd, not very pleasant aftertaste. An aftertaste which I have noticed before - and one which you don't get with tinned pineapple. Gemini offers a nice little essay all about it, putting it down to something called bromelain. The funny aftertaste being entirely consistent with pineapples being used as meat tenderizers, as explained at reference 6. I don't think I need to check any further.

PS 2: there is also the question of the Nigerian authorities getting in a lather about the widespread habit of spraying money about, particularly at parties. As reported at reference 7. What puzzles me is why are they bothered? Surely people destroying bank notes is good for a currency, good for the central bank? I associate to a story I once read, perhaps from the same part of the world, about chiefs getting themselves rowed out to the middle of a lake, then ceremoniously throwing large denomination banknotes into the water. Partly to flash their wealth, partly to propitiate some god or spirit or other. With the advantage that the money vanishes, and you don't have greedy, disrespectful people scrabbling about in the dust for it.

I did do a bit of this myself, chopping up a few ten pound notes and putting them in the compost heap, or something of that sort. But a quick search this evening fails to turn anything up. I shall try again.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/trolley-858.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/10/trolley-732.html.

Reference 3: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/trolleys-837-and-838.html.

Reference 4: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunus_laurocerasus.

Reference 5: https://www.plaisancepenavayre.fr/products/vin-blanc.

Reference 6: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bromelain.

Reference 7: Nigeria cracks down on ‘spraying’ money at parties to defend currency: Authorities are jailing people for throwing cash at parties after 70% fall in naira’s value over two years - Aanu Adeoye, Financial Times - 2025.

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The Aldwych

Following advertisement at reference 1, we did indeed get to Delaunay's the following day, eager to learn whether the Delaunay concerned was painter or boilermaker.

The day started with masons in striped trousers, usually reliable evidence that you are in the presence of one - and we started with two on the train to Waterloo, getting on at Stoneleigh. There was some discussion of the quality of the meals provided at various lodges, but I did not catch whether it was catering by wives or by the hired help. I suppose it varies from lodge to lodge. Then there were more of them at Waterloo, and I gathered that there was some sort of gathering of the Surrey Lodges in the Grand Temple in Queen Anne Street, an early visit to which was noticed at reference 2. Then there were more of them when we arrived at the Coal Hole.

But still with Waterloo, as is now the tradition, we managed to arrive at the wrong bus stop, in this case for buses headed for Trafalgar Square, and had to walk up to the bus stops by the IMAX roundabout. From where I noticed, perhaps for the first time, the odd roof line of the the restaurants at the top of Waterloo Road. Was the dark grey building once rather bigger, before the arrival of the railway?

The first map I came across was well after the arrival of the railway and the two buildings of interest were perhaps already what they are now.

The second was before, but was too small scale to be very helpful.

Station now arrived and I shall give up for now. Must look into why the Scots don't seem to bother with large scale maps of old London.

Arrived in the Strand, I was impressed by the variety of old and new buildings which were still to be seen there.

From there we pushed onto the luvvies church in Covent Garden, inter alia scoring the piano noticed at reference 3. A handsome interior and I was impressed by its condition: I don't suppose that the regular congregation is up to much, so I do suppose that the luvvies must be putting their hands in their pockets. They certainly get lots of commemorative tablets - gold lettering on brown wood. There was even a chap at the back touching some of them up. All very tasteful.

Unusual framing of the altar, complete with a modest supply of spot lights. They did not look like the sort which you could move around from the stage manager's desk at the back, but one never knows.

Some kind of modestly attended community outreach going on in the body of the church.

And, near the back, a luvvies' teaching aid in the form of a model theatre. How it was all done. Rather good it was too.

Side view.

There was also a pleasant area outside, with a good supply of benches. Quite an oasis in the middle of an area very busy with tourists and their entertainments.

I think I used to make sparing use of the Coal Hole when I used to work at OPCS in the second half of the the 1970's, first in Somerset House and then in St. Catherine's House across the road at the bottom of Kingsway. I have vague memories of the cellar bar, but on this occasion that was shut and we used the ground floor bar, resplendent with lots of brown & black wood, engraved windows and so forth. They had even managed to work the air conditioning units in to the decorative beams of the ceiling.

It being a celebration I took a pint of real bitter. Good stuff, although I forget which brand it was.

Simpson's, the famous grill, was firmly locked and bolted. I seem to remember that they got into trouble years ago, when they dumped their famous roast beef and steak & kidney puddings in favour of something more modern, with much moaning from their older clients. But I suppose that there were not enough of them to make the place pay that way. I think they tried reversion, but that does not seem to have worked out either. I suppose the trouble is that the sort of lush dining that you get in costume dramas - say Agatha Christie - set a hundred years ago and more, is that it is just far too expensive to deliver for real. There are not enough seriously rich people who want that kind of thing any more. And the hired help has got far too expensive, even if a lot of it does arrive on small boats.

But Delaunay's was up and running, quite busy even though it was Monday lunchtime, and did us very well. Including nicely judged recognition of the birthday which occasioned the visit. Same Spanish wine as last time, but for a change I took smoked salmon to start. Very good it was too, mild and nicely presented, although I was reminded that I far prefer white bread to brown as an accompaniment to such stuff - luckily the white bread at Delaunay's is pretty good.

Notice that the wine came from the wine merchants in Guildford - Les Caves de Pyrene - that we make some use of, the people who used to be behind the late and very much lamented Terroirs in William IV Street.

And the miniature chicken to follow was very good indeed. The ladies, no doubt, took something a little lighter.

My only error was going for Sachertorte, a species of chocolate cake, to go with my Calvados. It turned out to be far too rich and coated with far too much chocolate for my taste. Sticky enough that it was difficult to scrape it off in a neat way. I dare say it was good of its kind, but  nothing like as good as the cake noticed at reference 5 and I would have done better with the apple strudel.

Plenty of interesting customers, thinning out by the time we left, which meant that I was able to notice the interesting jointing of the front legs of some of the chairs. Finding the similarly tricky carpentry noticed recently is left as an exercise for the more geeky reader.

Somewhere along the way we learned of the Blue Diamond garden centres, which we had not come across before. Presumably, being based in Guernsey, they specialise in paying as little tax as they possibly can. I shall make a point of avoiding them should we come across one on our travels.

[A 1909 Delaunay-Belleville H4 Belvalette Phaeton. Much restored]

The clock in the foyer came from Paul Garnier of Paris and Bing turns up plenty of antiques and collectibles of that name. There was also a large, old clock in the main restaurant, so I dare say that had some history too. I asked as we we leaving whether the Delaunay was the painter or the boilermaker, mentioned above, and the receptionist cared enough to go and find out. It turned out that the chap who put the restaurant together was something of an old car nut, so went for the boilermaker, who was also into fancy cars, the people described at reference 8. There may be a connection with those at reference 9. Snap from reference 10.

Which led me to wonder what's in a name (to borrow a phrase from the Bard)? Given that the restaurant might be themed for the time, it is not themed for the car, so almost a private matter for the founder. Maybe it has no significance at all, he just got his marketing man to turn up something from the Paris of the time he wanted to evoke. Just in case anyone asked...

No.68 bus to Waterloo, train to Raynes Park, where I was not able to stock up on drinks business, but BH was able to stock up on Lillian Beckwith. A result.

Compensation for me in the form of apple juice, cucumber and a Guardian from the Tesco's at Epsom Station. The apple juice was difficult to find, tucked away in a cupboard, perhaps to deter shop lifters, but it was there. Tropicana in a box I think, rather than some Kentish farm in a bottle, but serviceable. Tomato juice probably absent, with or without Worcester sauce.

PS: I learn from reference 12, that Elgon then Soay on Skye were rather small places, too small to write novels about your neighbours and get away with it. So Beckwith had to decamp to the Isle of Man! Looks like you get good views when it is not raining though.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/bibliography.html.

Reference 2: https://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/swords.html.

Reference 3: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/piano-104.html.

Reference 4: https://www.simpsonsinthestrand.co.uk/.

Reference 5: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/trolleys-855-856-and-857.html.

Reference 6: https://www.bluediamond.gg/.

Reference 7: https://www.christies.com/en/lot/lot-4833432.

Reference 8: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delaunay-Belleville.

Reference 9: https://www.delaunay.fr/fr/delaunay-fils/.

Reference 10: https://360carmuseum.com/en/museum/51/exhibit/2696.

Reference 11: https://www.tropicana.co.uk/juice/pressed-apple.

Reference 12: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lillian_Beckwith.

Trolley 858

Trolley 858, a medium small trolley from the M&S food hall, was captured on Station Approach, near the top of the Kokoro Passage. Irritatingly, I had missed it when walking by on the other side of the road. Maybe there was not enough contrast against the white wall behind.

It found a friend down the passage.

BH and I had wondered conversationally the day before whether B&M sold food, so this display outside the shop caught my eye. The answer was clearly yes.

But checking this afternoon, I find that their website is quite basic compared with that of one of the leading supermarkets and that the range of food is quite limited, with there seeming to be a lot more food for pets than for people, with a lot of something called 'butcher's loaf'. Brand wise, they were quite strong on Batchelor's, as snapped above. Probably do not need to dig any deeper.

From there to Waterstone's, where I found a dozen or so books in the series noticed at reference 1, including the one that we had started. I also noticed a modest supply of Enid Blyton, not allowed when I was a child on account of the small vocabulary used for her work. I don't think that more woke concerns had surfaced at that point.

Then there had been coverage of the council's proposals to install a small number of basic homes for the homeless on a bit of vacant land in Fairview Road, on the eastern boundary of the Sainsbury's Kiln Lane site. Much protesting, and from a resident or residents, rather than, for once, the heritage people.

So I took a stroll that way, to find that the only likely looking bit of vacant land was very small and firmly shut up. I don't suppose that it had any services, so what exactly the council had in mind, I don't know.

I suppose the worry is that it is a rather secluded bit of unadopted road and residents are concerned that the homeless will bring all kinds of unwanted baggage with them: drug dens, anti-social behaviour, maybe even foreigners - and who knows what they might get up to. I imagine that at least some of our neighbours would be similarly bothered if something of the sort had been proposed for the off-road site noticed at reference 2: but what would my line have been? What would BH's have been?

Then, on the litter bin at the West Street end of the footbridge over the railway leading to the gas depot, there was a large red mug, a small oblong dish and three black and white mugs, these last with a big zigzag pattern in black in white. What were they doing there? The large red mug said Debenhams on the bottom, so shoplifting seemed unlikely. Someone who thought that they might find a home?

I settled for the large red mug and the small oblong dish. BH does not care for the mug, in particular the loud message, but she will probably allow the plate.

The three heads of barley grass a reminder of my primary school days when one used the trimmed heads as projectiles on the way home. As I recall, they stick rather well to woolly jumpers.

Plus a rather damaged washer for the collection. Plus a 2016 5p coin. Just 17.5mm diameter, which does not agree with the story at reference 3. Not often that I catch Wikipedia out.

Further report when I have been reminded how to read off the Vernier scale on the naval uncle's calipers. Probably more accurate than my builder's tape. So far I have learned that the gadget on the left is a good way of getting a good positive contact with the object in question.

The new book turned out to be quite funny, at least for the first fifteen minutes or so. In any event, I thought that the writer certainly had the creative touch: he came up with lots of story lines. I was reminded of both South Park (which one of our sons was fond of) and the Simpsons (which a now departed correspondent was fond of). 

I also remember coming across a South Park somewhere in San Francisco: a rectangular bit of grass, lined on three sides by fairly basic looking houses. I was very disappointed to find that there are lots of South Parks in the US and that this one was not the right one.

Gmaps find the place OK, but memory defective in that it is not really rectangular. And it looks as if it has been redeveloped since I was there, more than twenty five years ago now.

I also remember some fine meatballs in tomato sauce taken in a workman's café somewhere in the vicinity. Served in a foil container together with a plastic fork. Is that still there?

PS 1: Thursday morning: I have now had another go with the calipers, snapping them under magnification with the telephone and moving the snaps to the laptop to read them there. Maybe if I cleaned the calipers properly and had younger eyes I could manage in the way intended.

Took eight snaps of four readings, rotating the coin 90° between each reading.

I failed to work out how to read the Vernier from Wikipedia which was expressed in terms of  a Vernier scale running from 1 to 10 or 1 to 100, while mine ran from 1 to 50 with a Vernier constant of 0.02mm. I asked Gemini how to read this particular Vernier, and, given the weakness with arithmetic of early versions, having read his reply reasonably carefully, I was surprised how well he did. The first half of his reply is snapped above.

I now have one reading of 17.98mm and four readings of 18.00mm, plus or minus 0.02mm. I also find that I had not read Wikipedia properly, confusing diameter with thickness, so I have not caught him out at all. In particular, agreeing that the thickness is near enough 1.90mm. Must have been tired yesterday evening.

The manufacturer is snapped above: Brown & Sharpe of Providence, Rhode Island. The calipers probably date from the 1950s, so a time when we were still bashing metal over here, but imported gadgets such as this from the US. With this particular manufacturing facility having moved from its operational to its heritage phase, as described at reference 4, turned up by Google.

Seemingly an impressive example of a vertically organised manufacturing operation, made obsolete by the horizontal production lines invented by Henry Ford.

Brown & Sharpe, after various vicissitudes, having once been a wonder of the industrial world, has now vanished inside the Hexagon of reference 6. 'The end came in April 2001 when Henry Sharpe, Jr. yielded to the inevitable and sold its assets to Hexagon A.B., a metrology company based in Stockholm, Sweden'.

The scene today. The Woonasquatucket River is off-snap to the right. With the name of this river being a rather different sort of heritage. See reference 7.

PS 2: YouGov have just asked me what I think of a brand of football stickers, seemingly the sort of thing that football mad youngsters might be interested in. For example, 'How might the EFL's partnership with Panini (to launch EFL stickers and trading cards) impact your perception of the EFL'. A more or less nil return.

[Alcohol is one of the reasons for the ‘markedly shorter life expectancy’ of Polish men compared to women yet there is little political will to tighten rules on selling alcohol © Michel Dreher/Dreamstime]

PS 3: while from the FT, I learn that Poland, second after Slovenia for alcohol related problems, is not yet ready to bear down on booze. I wonder how Russia would compare, another place associated with heavy spirits drinking, but I don't suppose it would be very easy to find out.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/trolleys-855-856-and-857.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/04/tomatoes.html.

Reference 3: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_pence_(British_coin).

Reference 4: https://guide.ppsri.org/property/brown-sharpe-manufacturing-co.

Reference 5: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_and_Sharpe_Manufacturing_Company_Complex.

Reference 6: https://hexagon.com/company.

Reference 7: https://www.foundryri.com/the-foundry.

Reference 8: The political problem of Polish spirits: Poland is not Europe’s heaviest-drinking nation but it ranks second for alcohol-related deaths - Raphael Minder, Financial Times - 2025.

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Musk is coming!

This morning, wanting to be reminded what sex chromosomes were all about, I landed at reference 1, which appears, for my purposes, to be a useful tutorial resource, provided for free (and ad-free) by some arm of the US government.

I associate to the sort of tutorial material presently provided by our own BBC.

This one now includes a red health warning at the top, which suggests that it is not going to be maintained, kept up to date. But it will do for my purposes for a while yet.

References

Reference 1: https://www.genome.gov/genetics-glossary/Sex-Chromosome.

Reference 2: https://www.genome.gov/.

Trolleys 855, 856 and 857

A large Waitrose trolley captured from an unusual spot, opposite the entrance the Station Approach. With our newest café visible far left. Opened now for a few weeks and I do see customers from time to time. Amazing how many such places Epsom seems to be able to support.

Possibly in the premises once occupied by the Old Guild Bakery or some such when we first moved to Epsom. Not as good as the bread we used to get in Norwich, never mind that in Cambridge. Most recently a tattoo parlour.

Trolley returned in the usual way.

Followed up by a trolley from Sainsbury's in East Street.

Not impressed at Sainsbury's to find a male beggar of middle years, sat on his blanket by the front entrance, together with a large and well-fed looking bulldog. I suppose if you are in his position, probably complete with lack of decent home and mental health issues, you want something to get attached to - but it is a pity such people can't manage with teddy bears or something of that sort.

Down the alley to the footbridge leading to the gas depot, where I picked up my third trolley of the day by a busy blackberry bush and pushed it back up the hill - not a very big hill, but big enough for me to notice these days.

One of the blackberry flowers: five petals and lots of stamens. Presumably you get one blackberry to the flower?

Gemini explained to me that the blackberry is a compound fruit, with each druplet of a blackberry is derived from a pistil, of which there are lots in the centre of the flower, rather obscured by the surrounding stamens. One seed to the druplet - presumably what gives stewed blackberries their crunch. Zoom suggests that Gemini has got it right.

Back home, a light lunch, after which we went over to Stoneleigh for a pork feast, a pork feast which was rounded off by a freshly baked Victoria sponge served with strawberries and cream. A sponge which reminded one that relatively plain, home baked cakes have a lot to be said for them. And I thought that the strawberries from Kent were pretty good too. Much better than the deep pink ones with white cores, which come, I think, from somewhere over the water. Possibly Belgium or the Netherlands.

After lunch we were introduced to the reading habits of the children of today. Allison Uttley (a staple of my early reading) and Beatrix Potter out, someone called Jeff Kinney in. About whom, more in due course.

After that we learned that the otherwise fine cook knives from Sanelli (of reference 3) with the green and red handles do not get on very well with the very hot water in dishwashers, with the handles being badly degraded after a while. Maybe all that detergent doesn't help either. Not really visible in the snap above.

I also noticed that the blade of this particular knife was much thinner and lighter than that of our blue steel general purpose knife, good for carving up both joints and cabbages. With one advantage of this last being that blue steel is a lot easier to sharpen than stainless steel. Visible from various angles at reference 4.

And after that a sample of rocks from the Natural History Museum, which played to my time with reference 2. Iron pyrites at the bottom, quartz on the right.

Working on the associated crib sheet for the other three.

PS: the snap above started life as a new-to-me HEIC file. Some part of  Copilot seems to be wired into Bing, which offered the snap immediately above. All looks plausible enough and I have not bothered to check, content that Windows and Blogger can both cope. I just assume that my correspondent is an Apple person. Something I have not been since I left Norwich, where Apple Macs were the height of IT fashion in the late 1980s. Large white, brick shaped things that you could comfortably carry in a back pack on your bicycle and which did proper WYSIWYG word processing before anyone else.

Bottom line, these large language models are coming on fast. They might make mistakes from time to time, blunders even, but they are becoming very useful, often much quicker and more convenient than using a Mark I search engine.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/05/trolleys-853-and-854.html.

Reference 2: An introduction to the mineral kingdom – Richard Pearl, J. F. Kirkaldy – 1956, 1966.

Reference 3: https://www.ambrogiosanelli.it/en/.

Reference 4: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/08/beef.html.

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