I got a chance to try out my new umbrella this morning. It is quite small. No, scratch that, it’s wee. It’s tiny. I can barely get my head under it. It does, of course. But I really want a proper umbrella, from an umbrella shop. One with a curved wooden handle, that furls up in a satisfying manner and protects more than just me from the weather. Plus, at about six foot, I am in the group least likely to poke you in the eye with an umbrella spoke. People of 5’9" and under – watch where you’re going with those things!
Oh, while I’m here, addendum to the Tomb Raider post. They use a sort of ragdoll physics model to show you lifeless Lara when, for example, she drops from a dizzyingly high platform for the billionth time and you have to restart the section. While I’m sure it accurately models the way her dead limbs would flop about, I find it unlikely that she would fall on her back with such unwavering regularity.