Although it is a corker, and don't be surprised if you end up rooting for the bad guys. You may not know it, but "Heat" is based on an earlier television movie called "L.A. Takedown", featuring Scott Plank - who must be doing something right if he can still get acting gigs with a name like that, although perhaps the word "plank" doesn't have the negative connotations is does over this side of the Atlantic.
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| Scott, being a plank in "holes" |
Anyway, I'm sure you remember your humble scribe whinging at length about his strawberry ice cream being melted earlier in the week. Now the full story can be told**!
On Wednesday Conrad, exhibiting worrying signs of
yeah, because he forgot his bag and left it in the oven. Actually the car but given the day's temperatures pretty much the same thing.
So - my ice cream perished. My bottle of ice was still pretty cool, and my lunch had reached ambient temperature so was fairly edible, the sweets weren't sweaty, although the Morrison's-brand Cola had turned into brown phosphoric acid and needed cooling and depressurising in a cryogenic hyperbaric chamber.
Lest you forget -
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| The horror! The horror! |
Oriental pork belly and spicy potato wedges, fresh from the oven - the real oven in this case, not the car - and obviously boiling hot. I had no choice here, since this was remaindered food five day's past it's Best By date and liable to get binned by the fussier members of the Mansion. I have already had to trim mouldy bits off the haslet; I do admit that it's two weeks past it's Best By date and your humble scribe has probably had 20% of the £0.19 it cost already.
A Bit Of Brass
Trumpet, that is***. Yes, your humble scribe is gloasting a little over the traffic of yesterday and today.
As an experiment of sorts, rather than just copying and pasting in old content from 2013, 2014 & 2015, I put in hyperlinks to the old posts, with a bit of preamble, and to say it's been successful is to understate wildly. Thank you kindly Ruffians who seem to have been busiest of all, lets hope this doesn't result in Vlad coming round to pay a visit to the Mansion in person. For one thing, I don't know what his favourite tipple is.
Don't expect this kind of thing to happen often - I'd been on a late shift, had yet to do the weekly shop and couldn't delay it because the supermarkets close early on a Friday.
A Little Musical Critique
Here we have a slight change in the process. Normally in my hilarious deconstruction of song lyrics I painstakingly pick apart the verses. Not so today. No, today we just take the whole song and vilify it outright. Come on down Peter Gabriel and his iteration of Genesis, for "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway".
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| A Lamb |
Thanks for the input, Gav, but I have to disagree after repeated listenings on the bus into work. At my time of life (i.e. Grumpy with no time to be police) I have to tell it like it is. What does TLLDOB mean?
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| A Broad way |
It's a load of esoteric drivel. Once you understand that it all makes perfect (non)sense. You doubt the wisdom of Conrad? Judge for yourself with paeans to the pubic louse ('Carpet Crawlers') or suicidal sanguinary semi-symbiotic suckers of blood ('The Lamia') more reminiscent of the Scrunchy Shatterbone Snakes of "Prometheus".
And Finally -
Sentry weasel - tirelessly guarding your country against elephants.
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| Doing a good job, too |
* In every sense of the word.
** It's not that interesting but it fills up the page.
*** Also slang for sheer cheek.
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