The Tooting Salon

I'm now at the Cheltenham Science Festival, where I have a full schedule of training and chairing to fit around the essential networking activities. And on Friday evening we'll be performing Your Days Are Numbered - the maths of death again, to our biggest audience yet (last time I asked we were outselling everybody except Brian Cox. And he's the second-sexiest physicist on television after Jim Al Khalili, so that's not too shabby).
I may get some astronomy tips ready for next week's lunar eclipse, (viewable towards the Southeast - South on June 15th from 9pm onwards) and some maths tips for my impending assignment. Intervals of Attraction are confusing me at the moment (insert your own cheap dating-related joke here, please do).
I'll probably also get into some arguments about things like nuclear power. I mean - nobody in Germany has died or is likely to die from nuclear power. 18 people have been killed in that last few weeks by organic salad items. So what are the Germans planning to ban? Nuclear power. Except the kind they make in France and export to Germany, that is.
In other news, I've reviewed a couple of operas and visited the Sound Mirrors of Dungeness, a truly surreal part of the world.
After that I'll be getting ready for National Ride to Work Day on June 20th, a fine excuse to get the VFR out, As a freelancer I might send myself to work somewhere scenic and far away. Like Emley Moor tower, which I'm told is taller than the Shard will be. Unless I can get myself some work in Sicily or the South of France, or somewhere...