A couple of sf thoughts

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Yes, I’m still alive…

Been reading Ken Macleod‘s The Execution Channel this week and found it amusing that there’s a section of it set in Heptonstall in Yorkshire. Why? Because that’s where I met him, on an Arvon Foundation course at Lumb Bank in 2001. The reason it links in with the subject matter of The Execution Channel is that the course finished on a Saturday, and the day after saw the first waves of NATO bombing in Afghanistan. Of course, I’ve no idea how intentional that linkage is on his part, but it struck me as interesting.

Second, following the BBC’s announcement of a remake, I’ve been watching the original series of Survivors. Now, I know there have been various critiques about it being incredibly middle-class and all that, but one thing in the second episode struck me as being incredibly 1970s. (and don’t click the read more link if you don’t want to know what happens)

So, in the second episode, Abby meets Mr Wormley and his ‘Government of Britain’. What’s interesting about this is that Wormley is a former Trade Union leader who has decided to take over the supposed authority of the Government – and no one questions his authority to do so. Sure, there’s questions about his methods and the need for any Government to continue in the post-death world, but no says ‘hold on, you’re just a trade union leader, what gives you the right to say you’re the Government?’ I think it says something interesting about the time it was written that the idea of Wormley being the Government is automatically accepted.

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  1. Hi Nick! Glad to see you’re politically active for the forces of peace and freedom. How’s the writing going?

    Re your speculation: I hadn’t made that connection. I just picked Heptonstall because it was one out-of-the-way place in the north of England that I’d actually been to. But I do remember looking at the moon each night and wondering whether it was dark enough yet (or bright enough, I forget) for bombings and parachute drops. It was an eerie feeling, waiting for war to start.

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