Thursday, 9 July 2020

Reserved judgement

On the way home from the visit to Epsom Downs noticed at reference 1, we went around a roundabout containing a pair of handsome conifers, in an area which contained a number of such.

General view

Detail of candidate

At the time, I thought they were not young Wellingtonia. But later in the day I happened to pass the tree already noticed at reference 2 and snapped a detail from it.

Detailed of confirmed

Composite, for convenience

At that point, I thought the tree up on the downs was the real thing. But now I am not so sure and think a second visit is needed to take a closer look. Maybe I can turn up some identification clues from somewhere.

Aerial view

Conifers of interest being top and bottom, with the deciduous tree in the middle being much smaller, despite appearances here. Perhaps also an occasion to find out about Yew Tree Bottom Road. Maybe there is something of interest there? Something to rival the yew trees noticed, getting on for a year ago, at reference 3?

PS: Carlo's Trattoria, visited on that occasion, has been doing sterling service during lock-down, serving take-out from his car park. And they have been refreshingly honest about the challenges involved in moving from eat-in to eat-out. This from emails, rather than from visits.





Group search key: wgc.

Wednesday, 8 July 2020

The look of government to come

When I was in the world of work, in (the lower ranks of) government as it happens, governments used to communicate with the rest of us in a reassuringly stuffy way. And for the price of a decent newspaper you could find out what was going on. And if you were really curious, you could buy a copy of the usually well presented Budget Statement (or whatever) and read it from the depths of one's armchair, glass of something that warms near at hand. 


Whereas now the Conservatives, their hallowed name notwithstanding, have taken a leaf from Trump's playbook and have taken to communication by Twitter. Fancy signed graphics and all.

Which may be a change for the better, but for us older people, it is another nail in our coffins. There is already an awful lot of stuff we are cut off from if we don't have an email account, a smart phone and a Broadband connection to the Internet. Very soon there will be an awful lot of stuff we are cut off from if we don't do Twitter. Where will it all end?

PS 1: and what would Past Master Blair made of it all? Would he have taken to Twitter like a duck to water, had it been available to him?

PS 2: I continue to mull over the wisdom of encouraging us to get out and enjoy ourselves in places with alcohol licenses. Yesterday it was all stay at home and be safe, today it is all get out there and swing. Perhaps it is as good a way as any of keeping lots of young people in jobs? Young people who, until recently, were very likely to have come here from somewhere else in the European Union...

To the races

Up to Epsom Downs on Monday morning, after the biggish race on Saturday. As I understand it, no spectators (apart from owners and such like) and prize money down to £50,000 from £250,000.

The home straight

Plenty of hoof marks in the turf to be seen from the crossing near Tattenham Corner. Grass on the Downs proper looking good, so perhaps the recent rain has done some good, softening the ground a bit and pushing the grass up.

Plaque for Emily Davison

Slightly tacky memorial plaque for the suffragette, Emily Davison, tacked to the appropriate point of the railings, part of the memorialitis epidemic which has been running for some years now - to the point of running in reverse in some quarters. Davison may have been brave and she was fighting for a good cause, but to my mind to run in front of racing horses you must either know nothing about horses or be suffering from some mental disorder. A small point in favour of the former point being the return train ticket. While I would amplify the latter point by saying that normal, well balanced people do not usually go out to get themselves killed for good causes. A point that has puzzled me with regard to Saint Margaret of Clitheroe (pressed to death for her faith, see reference 1) and Saint Perpetua of Carthage (eaten to death for her faith, see references 2 and 3).

Corporation bollard

I had thought that this bollard was one of those planted by the Corporation of London to mark their stewardship of the site in question. But as it turns out, while they do look after Ashtead Common, they do not appear to look after Epsom Downs. But Bing turns up reference 4, from where I get to references 5 and 6, from which I learn that this is a coal tax post - the purpose being to stop those who might be evading coal tax pleading ignorance. I wonder what the history of this particular one is, appearing just to have been propped up at the side of the course.

Groundsmen's debris

We then looped round on the (closed) road leading from the northern car park by the tea hut (open by the time we left) to the southern car park, known to gmaps as the seven furlong car park. Fine views to the north west, and we could probably have seen Heathrow Airport had there been any planes heading down to it, which there were not, the whole time that we were there.

A non-scoring trolley among the debris in the southern car park, with the look of Wilko about it. The trolleys that the bigger supermarkets like Sainsbury's use are rather more substantial.

Bit of a breeze out on the Downs proper, but plenty warm enough for a short lie-down on the grass, out of said breeze. Heard the odd sky lark but did not see one. And did not see any tweetable birds on this occasion.

The unanimous view was that the time was not then right to take tea at the hut. Maybe next week?






Artistic affairs


Advertised to me by Wilcken of reference 1, actually turned up by Google. Ought to reproduce quite well for home hanging. Do we have enough blank wall somewhere for full size?

'Tarsila do Amaral. Antropofagia, 1929. Dimensões: 126.00 cm x 142.00 cm Acervo: Fundação José e Paulina Nemirovsky (São Paulo, SP)'.

Reference 1: Claude Lévi-Strauss: the poet in the laboratory – Patrick Wilcken – 2010. Page 54 of the Bloomsbury paperback edition of 2011.

Reference 2: https://saopaulosao.com.br/. Finding the image above is left as an exercise for the reader. I got warm in around 30 seconds.

Tuesday, 7 July 2020

Assisted Scrabble


Just presently, during the health hiatus, I am playing perhaps six games of Scrabble a week, probably as many in total as I had clocked up in the previous seventy years.

So prompted by reading once again of computers which play checkers and of computers which play chess, what follows is some speculative thinking about what a robot or a computer might do in the way of playing this quite different game, with the general idea being given in the snap above. Between two and four players each play with a bank of seven tiles, drawn at random from the stock. All played words, other than the first word, have to be connected to one or more existing words and have to be a recognised word, usually in some dictionary based, dictionary defined sense. 

A previous venture into the field was noticed at reference 1. For Scrabble more generally, see references 2 and 3. 

The first thought is that the computer would win hands down. A modern computer, even a hand-held one, would have a perfect vocabulary and be able to do a perfect search of the move space in game reasonable time – winning which might be regulated down by means of some kind of handicap system so that the computer did not lose interest. A handicap system which might work by introducing a degree of randomisation into the computer's plays, by it not always making the best play available. Such randomisation would have the side effect of confusing the human players’ responses; they would have even less knowledge about what the computer was going to do next.

But there are plenty of other possible complications.

First, what could constitute a perfect vocabulary? With most people not liking the simple rule of bold head words in a standard English dictionary, mainly because of the likely exclusion of all kinds of grammatical derivatives – for example biter, bitten and bites from bite, hospitals from hospital and sheaves from sheaf. House rules and a sense of fair play can deal with most of this – but would a computer understand either?

One way to handle this would be for the computer to hold a curated list of words which were allowed and which could be inspected and updated; a list which would gradually get better, gradually align with the house rules and the sense of fair play.

Second, do we allow the game theory people in? So does the computer just put down the highest scoring word available at the time, or does it have regard to what that might be giving its opponent or opponents? 

Does it have regard to its own next play? That is to say, does the computer take account of what it might be able to do when its next turn came around? Does it assess the risk of its opponent making use of the opportunity that it was creating for its own use?

Does the computer even know about its opponents and their moves – or does it just know what is on the board when its turns comes around? Is the computer allowed to allow for the fact that this particular opponent is likely to make this particular sort of mistake or to overlook this particular kind of opportunity? 

It is also true that the humans could do this sort of thing too. They might, for example, detect and exploit weaknesses in the computer’s play.

Lastly, it would be straightforward for it to know about the tiles that have been played and the tiles in its own hand. The starting set of tiles is known. And from all of this it knows something about the tiles left in the bag and the tiles in the hands of the opposition. All information which might be used to its advantage; information which the average human player might find difficult to make use of. Not enough mid term memory.

Information which might also be useful in the case that the computer was thinking of exchanging some dud tiles with the bag, rather than putting down a word.

Third, there would need to be some rules around the time taken for a move. This would probably include taking so long that opponents got bored and took their minds off the game. But would this also include forbidding the other wheeze of slapping down one’s move immediately after that of an opponent, thus giving the opponent no time to rest? Thus putting the opponent under some psychological pressure?

Fourth, the rule for challenges would probably need to be modified. In which connection one should note that most players do not allow dictionaries to be browsed during play; they may only be used to resolved challenges. Rules perhaps modified to say that the computer had the last word on what words were allowed. That is not to say that the computer would always use a legitimate word when it was in play mode: it might play with its opponents by daring them to challenge plausible but illegitimate words. Or implausible but legitimate words. And it might chose not to challenge an illegitimate word which gave it a good opening. But it would have to be sporting and tell the truth when there was a challenge. 

What we have suggested so far could be handled by a personal computer being looked after by a human, with a human feeding in information about tiles and human moves and reading out the computer’s moves. So, fifth, do we want a full on robot, able to see the board for himself, to pick his own tiles from the bag and to place his own tiles on the board. Various wheezes that such capability make possible come to mind. 

A robot that could read his opponents, probably on the basis of visual cues, and know when one of them had a coup in the offing which needed to be blocked?

A robot that could deduce information about the tiles an opponent was holding by the way he sorted them in their rack, rather in the way that some card players can tell something about the cards an opponent is holding?

A robot that could deduce information about an opponent’s next move by the way he looked at the board? Perhaps a robot that could see through attempts to put him off the scent by conspicuously looked at the wrong part of the board.

And less sporting, a robot with very sensitive fingers able to discretely feel up the letters in the bag, so improving his selection? 

A robot that could decipher stray reflections containing images of opposition tiles? 

All of which might be useful when one has trouble getting to sleep. The thinking person’s alternative to counting sheep or going through the alphabet with things like the highest mountains in the world or the coastal towns of England.

References


Reference 2: https://scrabble.hasbro.com/en-us. One of the many web sites devoted to the game.

Reference 3: https://scrabble.hasbro.com/en-us/rules. The rules of the game.

Jelly house cake day

We thought that Sunday was a cake day, so a visit to Bachmann's on Friday to stock up. Four small cakes to be going on with plus one big cake for Sunday. Two of the small cakes were Apfelstrudels, which I thought very good. BH had cakes which were brick shaped and layered, top layer pink. Much more lady-like and she was well pleased.

Area view

Detail of the interior

The cake was chosen on the basis of its flashy appearance, tastefully finished with little white flowers and a sprinkling of pistachio. It was called a Gugelhupf (or Kugelhupf), according to the lady behind the jump, the name for a wide variety of cakes shaped like a jelly mould. However, this one was nothing like the ones turned up by Bing, which were the same shape but yellow and fruity inside, rather like the Italian pannettone. Furthermore, linguee (reference 1) says that a Kugel is a sphere or bullet (I suppose from the days when bullets were spheres), hupf is to do with hops and Gugel is not recognised as a common noun at all. So my guess of 'jelly house' was clearly wrong, but I am clueless as to what is right.

Heavy and full of chocolate, but very good. With the sweetness of the interior neatly offset by the texture of the glaze.

Preceded by boiled gammon, boiled vegetables and a light cheese sauce.

Taken with a spot of Alexandre Bain's 2017 Pierre Précieuse, an earlier vintage of which was discovered about a year ago at Terroirs on the occasion noticed at reference 2 - but sourced on this occasion from Guildford. I had forgotten that the stuff had something of the colour, the whiff (is nose the proper word?) and the flavour of cider. Plus a very slight fizz. But as good as ever and BH was very impressed. Followed up by a further order that very afternoon.

PS: Blogger has now told me twice on edit that my html is invalid, despite my not have gone anywhere near it. Hopefully no damage has been sustained.

Reference 1: https://www.linguee.com/. A translator which I like to use.


Reference 3: http://www.bachmanns.co.uk/. I worry slightly that they seem to need the office trade for coffees, rolls and sandwiches - as did Konditor & Cook (cake) and Le Cabin (wine), both of Waterloo, before them. There doesn't seem to be enough money in the luxury division not to need the every-day trade. A variety of the problem which afflicts the likes of Selfridges and Harrods - although their answer seems to be to go for the holiday maker and tourist trades. Not to mention the middle and far east.

Monday, 6 July 2020

A new-to-me game for long car journeys


Turning over the pages of reference 2 during an advertisement break on ITV3, breaks which seem to be at least five minutes out of every twenty, a book first read during the jigsaw era and noticed, for example, at references 3 and 4, I learned of a new game to play on long car journeys. A game which can be played with one, two or more players.

All one has to do is spot cars with the next number. So you start by looking for a car with numeric part '1', then '2' and so on. It might have been that in the days when Drabble was playing this game you only had the sort of number plates which consisted of a group of one or more letters followed by a group of one or more digits. Leading zeroes probably not allowed.

Since then, and I have not read reference 1 carefully, there have been a number of different formats, but I think there has always been just one numeric group, possibly including leading zeroes, which can be disregarded.

So the game can still be played, although given the prevalence of two digits, it might take a while to get to the near 300 that Drabble usually achieved.

Note that there is no 'banking'. If you are on 54 and you see 56 then 55, the 56 is no good at all. You have to wait until you see another one. 

Various rules are possible for the multi-player version of the game. One might take it strictly in turns. Or it might just be whoever sees the next number first, perhaps scoring one on each such occasion, with the winner being the one with the biggest score at the end of the journey. Or two people might play remotely, liaising by text or telephone to see how the other one is getting on. And so on and so forth.

Pity I did not know about when when the children were young. As it was we used to do posh car spotting. First one to spot a rollers or a red jag sort of thing.

PS: I know from Maigret, that in France number plates are called 'plaques minéralogiques' or less quaintly 'plaques d'immatriculation'. The former on account of the responsible government department being or having been mines. Which is all Larousse tells me. But it may be relevant that the Corps des mines is an important outfit in France, doing a lot more than mines. See reference 5, or reference 6 for a slightly longer version.

Reference 1: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vehicle_registration_plates_of_the_United_Kingdom.

Reference 2: The Pattern on the Carpet: a personal history with jigsaws - Margaret Drabble - 2009.