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Radio Times articles, from 2003-2005

Escape-proof???
Sounds Familiar
The Hounding of the Royals 
Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells?
The Mystery of the Stones
Going Loco
Troy
Pedal Power
Dentures
Obesity
Genius Sperm
Ultimation
Sandals, Slaughter and Sex
Greased Lightning
Flying Saucers
Aztecs
Venus
The Stuarts
The Ascent of Man
Test-tube Tantrums
RT Mastermind
Medical Marvels
Engineering Triumphs
Eccentricity
Surreal Estate
Offshore Wind Farms
Nothing to Loos
Groovy
A Bridge Too Far
Flogging a Dead Horse
Worst Jobs
Asteroid Alert
Eureka Years
Crash
Inspired
The Man Who Missed Dinosaurs
The Sagger-maker's Bottom-knocker
The Master
Naming Nature
Albert Einstein
Environmental Scariness
Geronimo!
Ancient Plastic Surgery
The Ancients
Gold in Them Thar Banks and Braes
Animal Magnetism
Egyptians
Technophilia
HIGNFY
Panem et Circenses
Tambora
That Spotty Old Sun
Telling Stories
Beethoven's Hair
A Blind Eye
Comets
Medrocks

Other articles

Thomas Crapper  
Thunder, Flush and Thomas Crapper, 1997
The birth of the bike 
Eureekaaargh!, 1999
Romans were streets ahead 
Daily Telegraph, November 2000
The Pioneers who Invented Progress 
Daily Telegraph, August 2001
A tough mistake
Chemistry Review, September 2001
At home and school in 1952 
The Times, June 2002
Newton and the rotten apple 
Daily Telegraph, 11 September 2002
World Toilet Day
Daily Telegraph, 19 November 2004

 

 

      

Worst Jobs

I have had a few rotten jobs in my time, like cleaning up catsick, or being slowly lowered into ice-cold sea in Cornwall with all my clothes on, but probably none that would qualify for Tony Robinson’s programme about the worst jobs in history (xxx, yyy, zzz).

The legendary prototype of all rotten jobs went to the Corinthian trickster Sisyphus, who when he reached Hades was given the task of rolling a huge stone up a hill. He slowly staggered and gasped his way up, but as he reached the top the stone slipped, and rolled down, and he had to start again. And again, and again, for ever. No doubt it was a descendant of his who drew the short straw and was appointed painter of the Forth Rail Bridge; every time he gets to the other end he has to start again at the beginning.

Tony Robinson’s talking about the Stuarts, but I reckon they could have learned a thing or two from the Tudors. In 1539 Henry VIII’s Groom of the Stool reported that at two o’clock one morning ‘His Grace rose to go on his stool, which, with the working of the pills and the enema, had a very fair siege.’ Even though the stool  was a commode upholstered in black velvet and decorated with 2000 gold pins, the job of Groom of the Stool, always given to a high-ranking courtier, must have been a bummer.

Nevertheless, I would rather have been a Groom of the Stool for Henry VIII than a test-pilot for the Chinese Emperor Kao Yang, a thousand years earlier. As part of his conversion to Buddhism, he had to release all creatures, and in addition to caged birds and tethered animals he decided to release human beings. This sounds ok, but he was not a kind man. His idea of releasing prisoners was to give them a pair of primitive bamboo wings, then make them climb to the top of The Tower of the Golden Phoenix, and jump off - to see who could fly the furthest. He laughed with joy when they crashed to the ground.

One man, Yuang Huang-Thou, managed to glide for a mile and a half and survived. This may well have been the first ever flight by a human being, but even that was not enough for the Emperor, who had him starved to death.

 

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