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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 4)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 4)

Ernest woke up in the middle of the night. He was sure he had heard a door bang in the corridor. He slipped out of the bed taking care not to wake up Bert. He pulled a dressing gown over his pyjama bottoms. After a little hesitation, he dropped his little pistol into a pocket and opened his door. He could hear one of the treads on the staircase creak as someone was tiptoeing downstairs. Quietly he followed keeping out of sight. Paul -- it could only be Paul. He was the only one, who had his room in the east wing besides Ernest and Bert, who was accounted for. When Paul paused for a moment in front of the green baize door that led to the servants' area. Fearing that Paul had spotted him, Ernest dived behind the balustrade. Whatever it was that alarmed Paul came from behind the green baize door. Paul backed away from the door, seeking concealment behind the Christmas tree. From his hiding place, Ernest saw the baize door open and Lord Adderby emerge with a tin of bicarbonate of soda in
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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 3)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 3)

On Christmas morning everybody in the house party was expected to attend the morning service at the village church. Ernest appeared duly in the hall, where most of the guests were gathering preparatory for the outing. To his relief, Bert was on a more amenable mood after a night alone. Paul, on the other hand, was missing from the gathering to Angela's evident annoyance. Lady Adderby, who was busy sorting people out, nabbed hold of Ernest. "Oh, Mr Blame, could you be so kind and take some of the people in your car?" "Oh, absolutely! Who would like to ride with me?" Angela and Julia jumped to accept and Bert admitted that he would come with
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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 2)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 2)

After a brief struggle with a dinner jacket and black tie, Ernest descended the grand staircase to the hall. The Christmas tree was now bright with candles and tinsel. The star on top of the tree reached almost to the ceiling. Most of the other guest were mingling about. At the foot of the stairs, Ernest was met by a maid with a tray of cocktails. He accepted one with thanks and resisted the desire to knock it down with one gulp and grab another right away. He felt rather unnerved meeting Bert's family, though they were, of course, unaware how important the occasion was for him. Except for Angela of course, and Bert's mother. "There you are
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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part one)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part one)

Ernest turned the car around the last bend and the manor house came into view. His first impression was of a huge Victorian pile. Drawing nearer, he could see that the house had started its life as a genuine Norman manor house. Generations of Moodys had added bits here and there. The faux-medieval was mere veneer pasted over by some Victorian ancestor like bad taste misplaced. He pulled up in front of the porch and killed the engine. A portly personage in livery popped out through the front door like the man foretelling the weather. "Hello, Baines!" Bert jumped down from the dickey seat and hurried to help his mother from the car. "Welcome, Madam," said Baines, whom Ernest guessed must be the butler. "And Master Albert." "Come inside, Ernest!" Bert beckoned to Ernest, who was hovering near the car. A tall young man in footman's livery was eyeing the mud-spattered roadster covetously. Ernest was afraid he might take the thing for a spin on the pretext of taking it to the stable
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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 4)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 4)

Ernest woke up in the middle of the night. He was sure he had heard a door bang in the corridor. He slipped out of the bed taking care not to wake up Bert. He pulled a dressing gown over his pyjama bottoms. After a little hesitation, he dropped his little pistol into a pocket and opened his door. He could hear one of the treads on the staircase creak as someone was tiptoeing downstairs. Quietly he followed keeping out of sight. Paul -- it could only be Paul. He was the only one, who had his room in the east wing besides Ernest and Bert, who was accounted for. When Paul paused for a moment in front of the green baize door that led to the servants' area. Fearing that Paul had spotted him, Ernest dived behind the balustrade. Whatever it was that alarmed Paul came from behind the green baize door. Paul backed away from the door, seeking concealment behind the Christmas tree. From his hiding place, Ernest saw the baize door open and Lord Adderby emerge with a tin of bicarbonate of soda in
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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 3)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 3)

On Christmas morning everybody in the house party was expected to attend the morning service at the village church. Ernest appeared duly in the hall, where most of the guests were gathering preparatory for the outing. To his relief, Bert was on a more amenable mood after a night alone. Paul, on the other hand, was missing from the gathering to Angela's evident annoyance. Lady Adderby, who was busy sorting people out, nabbed hold of Ernest. "Oh, Mr Blame, could you be so kind and take some of the people in your car?" "Oh, absolutely! Who would like to ride with me?" Angela and Julia jumped to accept and Bert admitted that he would come with
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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 2)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part 2)

After a brief struggle with a dinner jacket and black tie, Ernest descended the grand staircase to the hall. The Christmas tree was now bright with candles and tinsel. The star on top of the tree reached almost to the ceiling. Most of the other guest were mingling about. At the foot of the stairs, Ernest was met by a maid with a tray of cocktails. He accepted one with thanks and resisted the desire to knock it down with one gulp and grab another right away. He felt rather unnerved meeting Bert's family, though they were, of course, unaware how important the occasion was for him. Except for Angela of course, and Bert's mother. "There you are
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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part one)

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Ernest Blame's Christmas (part one)

Ernest turned the car around the last bend and the manor house came into view. His first impression was of a huge Victorian pile. Drawing nearer, he could see that the house had started its life as a genuine Norman manor house. Generations of Moodys had added bits here and there. The faux-medieval was mere veneer pasted over by some Victorian ancestor like bad taste misplaced. He pulled up in front of the porch and killed the engine. A portly personage in livery popped out through the front door like the man foretelling the weather. "Hello, Baines!" Bert jumped down from the dickey seat and hurried to help his mother from the car. "Welcome, Madam," said Baines, whom Ernest guessed must be the butler. "And Master Albert." "Come inside, Ernest!" Bert beckoned to Ernest, who was hovering near the car. A tall young man in footman's livery was eyeing the mud-spattered roadster covetously. Ernest was afraid he might take the thing for a spin on the pretext of taking it to the stable
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New Year 2017

New Year 2017

I can’t really believe that it’s already 2017; this fall has gone past so fast. I have not managed to create much art for the last half year, and mainly posted old work here. I haven’t even managed too much writing, though I intended to do NaNoWriMo, but had to give up half way.   I have been suffering from a pain in my arm since the summer. It doesn’t really prevent me from drawing, though I think it is affecting my mood and it has kept me from doing any Martial Arts, which I love. I hope there will be an improvement soon.  Anyway, I am planning to start a new comic story with Ernest Blame soon. Unfortunately the scri
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R.I.P. Computer

R.I.P. Computer

As you may have guessed, my vacation is over. Unfortunately as soon as I got back, my computer decided to resign. It refused to acknowledge my profile, and I despaired for my files. After a day of feverish tinkering, I managed to restore the profile, but as a temporary measure. Now I have bought a new computer and am in the process of installing programs on it and transferring my data from the old one. I hope I can start working on Enter the Fairy sometime soon.
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The Imitation Game

The Imitation Game

I saw The Imitation Game yesterday. I was very moved by the movie. I was aware of Turing’s contribution to cracking the Enigma but hadn’t realized just how big impact he had in it. As a computer professional and student of mathematical logic Turing has long been one of my heroes. The unfairness of his prosecution –and countless other homosexuals – is very sad. His pardon was some 60 years too late. It is heartening to think that during my life, homosexuality has ceased to be a crime and today I am able to marry my partner and be accepted as any heterosexual couple.
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