‘G D Evrat - A Life of Pie’

‘G D Evrat  - A Life of Pie’

Many will have never heard of G D Evrat and those few that do will probably have no appreciation of the depth and width of his works and impact on modern life.

Born in 1938 an engineer and philosopher by trade G D Evrat this a unique marriage lead to his breakthrough of ‘philosophical engineering’ and his series of ‘machines’ to generate what he termed ‘the new ideals’.

Philosophical, deliberately thought provoking and occasionally provocative he challenged the status quo constantly. G D Evrat died in 2014. To mark the anniversary of his death Constrelle TV has recorded a documentary about his life and work featuring many of his friends and colleagues.

His work has had and continues to have enormous influence. Many of his ideas and writings  are now well known but few know from where they originated. How many people will have read any of the following with no idea of the author?

'Like a Lemming he moved the yoghurt from the back to the front of the fridge before settling back into being a temporary shelf'

'She hid behind the sofa quietly playing chess with a squirrel, her ears tuned to the front door and the imminent arrival of eggs'

'His was an unusual request. Lifting down the ancient gutlib pot she poured the fresh plenfer into his leather heeled shoe'

‘G D Evrat  - A Life of Pie’ will be broadcast on Channel 6 at 8.30 on Friday 26th May

The Stuff of Legend

He was the stuff of legend. Physically slight but with long flowing locks of hair he struck an unusual figure but it was his acerbic tongue that really caught the attention. He could cut people down with a single phrase, reduce many to tears with a cruel jibe. Oh yes, he was a legend in the office, he was

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‘Colin, the Barbedhairyone’

The Day After

He just stared in despair. There was mess everywhere, litter, food and God knows what else. It would be him who would have to clear it up again, he would have to make sure the area was fit for today's visitors, ramblers and explorers.'If you go down to the woods,' he thought again.

He didn't mind them coming down to the woods, he just hated the fact that they couldn't be bothered to clear up after themselves. As he looked round he could see the tell tale signs of bread crusts covered with honey, marmalade and fur. He sighed again, he just hated this day, really hated the day, hated the day after the Teddy Bears had their picnic. 

Last week I pronounced the word ‘keyboard’ wrong – this is the story that came from it

He took a couple of blank sheets from the pile and tore them into smaller pieces. Slowly and quietly he opened the door to his garden so as to cause minimum disturbance and took a couple of steps out onto the path. He glanced into the sky before throwing the confetti like paper onto the lawn.

He retraced his steps and pushed the door shut much as a burglar would he thought. Once inside he went up to the back bedroom, sat in the chair overlooking the garden and positioned himself for the wait.

Nervously he tested his camera which was fixed on its the tripod for a last time giving a final focus on the area covered with the white pieces of paper.

It seemed like an hour but was more like ten minutes when the first flew into his sight and perched. It was clearly nervous, testing the location and situation. Once it found confidence it flew down. A single letter perched on the paper. Within moments a few more joined it on the lawn. Now there were words.

He glanced to the sky to see more coming to join. He checked his book but he was quite sure. These were keybirds and eighteen were in his garden. He started to take photographs his concentration so great on focusing that he missed what they had written and would only see it later on his screen.

A sudden noise from next door and the keybirds took flight leaving a scattering of paper on the grass. He cursed quietly under his breath. They would not be back today.

Moments later with a steaming cup of tea next to his mouse he stared at the final image and read what they had said – ‘feed us your thoughts.’

Ancient Rhymes

'Bobby Shafto' gone to sea

Silver buckles on his knee

Can't see him lasting in the Merchant Navy'