The sitemap falls apart, the breadcrumbs cannot hold

Talent borrows. Genius steals. I greatly enjoying messing with great works for comic effect.

Past works include: What have the NHS ever done for us; In a flash, Jeeves; IA the musical; Henry V in V minutes; and Star Crossed-Dressed Lovers (a Manic Street Musical). All these lie in various states of completion on my desk.

The lastest then twitter hashtag #uxpoetry (of which I have sole use, hmm), sparked by Keats as an introduction to a UX link.

This seemed like great fun, and crucially didn’t involve annotating wireframes. So for my own posterity more than anything, here’s my timeline of #uxpoetry nonsense. Very sorry.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever, its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness till it’s deleted to reduce costs
~ Keats, Lines from Endymion

The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro sales targets mori
~ Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum est

On the ning nang nong where the cows go bong and the monkeys all say ‘boo!’ there’s a ironic gif farm from 1995
~ Spike Milligan, On The Ning Nang Nong

I am an architect, they call me obstructrive. I am a pioneer, they call me a luxury
~ Manic Street Preachers, Faster. Not technically poetry, I know.

And the two I am most pleased with:

There’s some corner of a foreign field that is for ever Advanced Search […] In that rich earth a richer content concealed
~ Rupert Brooke, The Solider

Follow your spirit, and upon this whim, Cry ‘God for JQuery, Standards, and Saint Tim!’
Shakespeare, Henry V ‘Once more into the breach’.

And so, dear friends, the end.

A rhyming planet

Today is National Poetry Day. By pure coincidence, it’s a piece of verse that’s been keeping me sane/sending me happily around the bend in the last 24 hours.

Things have been stressfull recently and I miss all my friends so badly. But – sigh no more, Kathryn. Along comes a beautiful song, some delightful dialogue and Keneth Branagh to sort it all out.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

If you haven’t seen it watch the whole thing, please! I am currently obsessed with this last scene, but I know it will lose the emotional pay-off if you miss out 90% of it… Here’s the last scene anyway.



It’s another Branagh-Thompson ’employ all our friends and family for six months’ effort. So from the geek side of things, there’s Emma’s mum, Imedla Staunton, Brian Blessed, and the curious case of Robert Sean Leonard (now in House) prancing around with Ken & Em, meaning that I keep expecting Hugh Laurie to come running in at any stage. But no, you’ll just have to make do with Ben Elton pretending to be a horse (!).

Love’s Labour’s Lost

It’s widely known that the economy of our green and pleasant land is not at its healthiest right now. Many have found it helpful to look back to other such periods in our history and examine the actions previous governments took to restore our economic strength, and to determine whether such a course of action might be appropriate today.

I am only to happy to assist this process with a suggestion of my own.

In the early nineties, one entrepreneuring couple created a small start-up business which quickly grew to provide regular employment for their friends and family. Before long, their operations expanded, even breaking into foreign markets.

Sadly, as is often the way, the two parted company to set up their own firms, but not before facilitating further partnerships among their clientele. There have been some attempts to reunite the partnership, across franchises and remote working, but unfortunately these have failed to have the same impact as earlier ventures.

But it is thanks their efforts, that a whole generation of graduates was able to find work, and what this country needs right now is a revival of those efforts. I would implore the government to get behind small, family-owned businesses such as these, and remind previous visionaries that being involved in the creation and marketing of such an illustrious industry is nothing to be embarrassed about.