Sunday, October 03, 2010

Mutability

I spent a quiet couple of hours (quiet in the sense that I did nothing rather than it being literally quiet) at a table by the side of a Wacky Warehouse climbing frame reading about The Fourth Dimension and How to Get There again. Somehow I fell into a strange state where the 3 dimensional frames around me became the shadows of complex collections of hypercubes and hyperspheres and I was for a few instants able to see perpendicularly to this world and into the 4th dimension. I was woken from this reverie by the sound of one of the parent whooping as he came down the tube slide all the way from the top of said complex and I realised that all the children were eating leaving the play stuff free for us adults. I have been waiting to come down this slide for years. There have been rumours that on Wednesdays parents were allowed in but never having had one of the children invited to a party midweek I was never able to confirm this. But today I was allowed to squeeze through the various holes all the way to the top and into the completely dark hole that was the top of the slide. It was great fun but like Arthur Dent I bruised my upper arm (actually got a plastic burn) because I only just got down without getting jammed - damn those doughnuts.


The second half brought me the accompanying doodle of which I am rather proud - easily pleased that;s me. Och a Vay.