Kapitanleutnant Gunter Rabe stepped aboard his new craft, his crew stood to attention... everything was prepared. All he had to do was to give the order, mooring warps would be slipped and they’d leave the ship’s birth place; but first he wanted to savour the moment. After all, it’s not every day a young 20 something would take command of one of the most sophisticated weapons of war the world had ever seen. As for the regime, well, his thoughts on that were best left private.

Earlier this year, the 7 inch vinyl record celebrated its 60th year; happy birthday. However, I for one never liked them. I found them to be... inconvenient, fiddly, delicate things and even as a young kid thought there had to be a better way. I’m not sure which was worse, singles which by their nature had to be swapped for another one after 3 minutes of play, or albums which always had to be turned over in the middle of the best bit, Dark Side of the Moon being a classic example with the irritating interruptus splitting the best rock playlist of Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, (turnover), Money and Us & Them.

And then there was all the background noise - the pops and crackles which just don’t feature in live music and which I find to be a total distraction... and stuck needles and fluff... and having to clean the disks and they’d warp...

So the farmer, for thousands of years, sowed his seed on the furrowed ground of a ploughed field; the fertile imagination and ingenuity of man planted the seeds of wireless mass communications in the late 1800’s and radio blossomed a few years later, for entertainment and information. Rather than invent a new word to describe this new medium the English language did what it’s good at and repurposed an old word from a totally different place - the world of the farmer, that most ancient of human industrial activity, was suddenly propelled to the forefront of technology as we began to “broadcast” through the ether.

There are many claims as to who invented radio, with many famous names in the roll call of honour... Maxwell, Marconi, Edison, Franklin, Tesla and Faraday are just some of the illustrious ones that contributed towards the development, exploitation and commercialisation of radio as we know it today.

It happens to all of us from time to time. You're engaged in a discussion about a given topic - could be in a business meeting or a dinner party or some other social function, or complete waste of time such as Ecademy discussion or Twitter, or frolicking with Facebook Friends, when your world wobbles and your become uncertain of your point of view.

Alternatively, in similar circumstances you want some other point of view with which to over come your interlocutor, or with which to change tack completely*, or to present yourself as the voice of reason, the devil's advocate.

It is with great delight (or Angel Delight, but deffo not Sunny Delight) that the SH Store brings you a fine selection of hand crafted, thoroughly un-researched, un-copyrightable, misspelt and grammatically incorrect POINTS OF VIEW.

The thrill of the open road! The wind in your hair! The excitement of freewheeling down hill! For many cycling is a pleasure and with TEAM GB's recent performance at the Olympics, we seem pretty good at it, giving Johnny Foreigner a total and absolute thrashing which they'll never live down so much for our EU partners we won the war anyway....

... but many are put off cycling as they feel frightened by the swooshing downhill in a somewhat out of control I'm going to fall off and die type of feeling. And indeed, falling off and dying does tend to spoil most peoples' day, even a spot of road rash as your skin is scrapped of as you slide along the tarmac can be an upsetting experience for some misguided whimps.

In the fine dining room of the French Horne in riverside landlocked Sonning, the pure white table cloths were militarily uniform and pristine. The Aston was parked up outside and the waiting staff couldn’t but help ask questions as an unusual frizzon of excitement rippled around the stately room. The Thames flowed past, silently insouciantly gliding under the efficiently ugly bridge. “Do you like oysters?” enquired Richard. A dozen arrived, six each, looking like so much female genitalia set against a smooth pearly white background, in complete contrast to the rough, tough, knobbly dark exterior of the shell, the touch of which triggers a memory...

[In Scheherezade’s head]
I'm not in love, so don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made
I'm not in love, no-no
(It's because...)

“Tell me a story” said the dusky, spicy, mysterious maiden from the East. We’ll call her al-‘Uzzá. Her multi-coloured brown eyes reflect minarets, rose water and turkish delight; on the stereo, Natacha Atlas’s Ana Hina conjures images of geometrically patterned mosques, the Alhambra, wise men smoking from Hookahs drinking Sage tea; magic carpets and Kalashnikovs. Urbane males wear turbans, females hide in veils.

Holly molly! The first Mac I used had a single 128K floppy disk drive, the first one I bought had a 20Mb hard drive which I thought would be impossible to fill... I've pretty much filled the 3.5Terabytes of disk space attached to my quadcore Mac!!

If my maths is right, that's 27,343.75 floppy disk drives!

Wo.

A lovely day for a bicycle ride - though when I started out at 9am it was misty in Maidenhead... but I knew it would burn off and looked forward to sunny and blue skies.

Feeling good I decided I'd do my 55 mile route, Maidenhead>Pinkneys Green>Henley>Hambleden Valley>Freith>Marlow>Bourne End>Beaconsfield>Amersham>Gerrards Cross>Beaconsfield>Bourne End>Cookham>Maidenhead - nice and hilly.

As I descended the "Tesco" hill to Amersham, I clocked a police people carrier entering the same roundabout I was about to enter, from the opposite direction. As they weren't signaling, I assumed they were going straight on, to climb the hill I'd just descended.

But I love this book.

I visited Toby Mundy, proprietor of Atlantic Books in Bloomsbury the other day and we got on famously. I’m sure there will be plenty of collaborative projects over the next few months.

Toby, being the splendid fellow he is, very kindly loaded me up with books to take away - I love books and love the art of Typography. And I love illustration. It was therefore with great joy that I opened Graham Rawle’s wonderfully illustrated version of this classic story.

I’d never read the book, put off by the film that I really don’t like. Anyway this old-world media production is sumptuous. One of the benefits of digital production is that it allows total freedom of expression, and the treatment given to the typography is wonderous.