on The Standard Model and single-handed rowing

Dr Brian Cox used to be in D-Reme or maybe it was D-ream or maybe just D-grade, but anyhoo, he`s now a physicist, and has done quite a bit of tv pop physicistry or physysystry, mainly due to his lovely teeth. The programme I saw asked questions about Time, and I got hooked on the idea there was something in particle physics called The Standard Model of The Universe. (I`m not sure it has all those capitals, but it ought to do, if it doesnt.) Brian Cox was very good at explaining things which if anyone else had tried to I`d have probably been snoring after three seconds. (That was HIDEOUS. I will leave it posted here as an excellent example of A POORLY CONSTRUCTED sentence. However, my favourite `bad` sentence of all time is this:
He had a feebly growing down on his chin.
O how I laugh every single time. Even after years and years. ) Anyway, to get back to Brian Cox, or more truly, The Standard Model, I wrote a sequence of poems with this very title, on the understanding that it was my own standard model, and liable to mood swings.
You can read some of these poems at Shadowtrain, in the new issue (30).

As a by the way, but a pretty darned interesting one, while at Whitsand beach the other day, we met a man who has rowed the Pacific Ocean - 274 days at sea, on his own. He rowed single-handed, apparently, which I should have thought would have caused unecessary blistering, but I`m not a rower, so. Barmy! He`s called Jim Shekhdar, and although he wrote `Live your dreams` inside the cover of the copy of the book of his epic adventure, (that`s almost as bad a sentence as the former - hard to choose betwixt `em, if I were asked to hand out a prize. Rather reminds me of a Danny Kay song*) which we bought in the beach cafe along with a cuppa, this being exactly the sort of cliched sentiment which I find hard to swallow, he was a rather imposing figure of a fella, and the book`s not bad either.

* not Danny Kay, I meant Rolf Harris. An easy mistake to make.