Well, well, well, just when I thought it was safe … Two days ago I observed to a friend, ‘Windows 10 seems to have settled down now; it seems to be working perfectly at last.’ But the immortal gods, or rather those chaps at Microsoft must have been listening. What happened yesterday? The start menu failed … yet again.
The symptoms were identical with previous episodes (four now, I think). I booted the pc up and it seemed to take longer than usual. I opened my browser – Firefox – to be told it was not the default browser (it opened, nevertheless, with no problem at all). I tried the start menu – fatal error.
I ran the fixes as before; now the start menu still does not work although no fatal error when I try to enable it, but the system refuses to recognize Firefox as a browser and Microsoft Cloud has disappeared.
After Easter, I propose to telephone Microsoft and demand a fix. More than six months after the ‘upgrade’ and the system still fails; not in some minor, esoteric detail, but in the basic function that allows access to the system. I really do not know how those buggers get away with it.
It is impossible not to get a buzz from just being in the West End. And one of the great advantages of living in Chelmsford, is that it is possible to get to central London in very little more time than it used to take by the Underground when I lived in Ealing.
So I had an interesting day in 'town' yesterday. After lunch I strolled down Charing Cross Road, looking in the second-hand bookshops in search of inspiration. There are far fewer of them now. I imagine that it must be difficult making sufficient money in such an expensive environment.
I did find a gem: A C Grayling, The God Argument. A very well written, sober and accessible account of the case against religion. So much less showy, strident and smug than Dawkins. A real pleasure to read. I also bought an ancient Greek dictionary in Foyles. It turns out that the original Greek for ‘ghost’, as in Holy Ghost in the Gospels, is the word ‘pneuma’, translated (in the order given in the dictionary) as ‘wind, air; breath; life, spirit, mind…’ It started me wondering about the Christian interpretation of this ‘holy wind’ as yet another god.
Then to the National Portrait Gallery – which has been changed around so I had difficulty finding anything familiar. I went to the Victorian Gallery briefly, and did spend some time in the Charlotte Bronte exhibition to commemorate the 200th anniversary of her birth. Finally to the National Gallery, complete with at least three ‘Yodas’ outside together with two others of indeterminate appearance, dressed up for the tourists. The problem is that you see these figures in most major cities and still the tourists flock to gawp at them, apparently fascinated. While sitting inside the gallery looking at Turner’s glorious Fighting Temeraire, I was distracted by a well-dressed middle-aged foreign couple sitting next to me playing idiot computer games on their mobile telephones, said instruments emitting various noises to their great amusement. I really do wonder why some people go to all the expense of travel. I moved to another seat opposite The Hay Wain. Next to me was a young lad with his hood up, exhausted and fast asleep. At least he wasn’t snoring.
I usually end up in room 35 at the National Gallery, where the Turners and Constables live, but I also went next door this time to look at the Impressionists. Pissarro’s painting of Montmartre; wonderful!
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