"Albanian Bunker Glut"

I Know, I Know -
You're probably thinking to yourself, "Blimey, doing all those cryptic crosswords has finally addled the old git's mind, he's posting random anagrams as blog titles," yet you would be wrong -
     - although, Conrad being Conrad, he does wonder if you can make anything out of that title and may well run it through an anagram-compiler later on - but I digress -
     Because this is a bizarre and little-known subject, I think you need a little background information here.
     Albania!  Or, in local parlance, Shqiperi.  Conrad first became aware of the country as a result of the 3 Mustaphas 3, who merit an entire blog post in their own right.  Art?

Art!  Damn your sclerotic eyes -

     Excuse me, he's been watching Fifties sci-fi monster films again.  Allow me to warm up the cattle prod and try again -

There you go!

     There you go, the Land of the Eagle.  Mind you, their national emblem is an eagle with two heads, which is probably as a result of mutation thanks to Ruffian nuclear testing back in the Fifties, which - Art, don't you dare!
     Where was I?  
     Ah yes, the bunkers.  Okay, for forty years Albania was ruled by Enver Hoxha, who was a humourless twod of the very worst kind, utterly dedicated to the task of ensuring Enver Hoxha was top dog in Albania.  Like all tyrannical despots - or would that be despotic tyrants? - what he said was law - excuse me, LAW - and anyone who disagreed, died.*  One day, Ol' Env conceived a pash for concrete bunkers, to the extent that this pash became concrete bonkers.  He decided that it was Albania Against The World.  Art?

Enver.  Crushing a mouse with his bare hands.
(And smiling about it, too, the utter dastard!)

     Thus the obsession with bunkers was born.  Ol' Env wanted a bunker on every corner.  In fact, not just on every corner, in every available space where you could build a bunker, whether that would be a good idea or not.**  An Albanian army general who pointed out the significant shortcomings of this policy, how it impacted the real world, what resources it wasted, what was needed instead, how to - long story short, he got executed.*
     Now, let me -

 - actually let me pop down to the kitchen and check out the cake that's in the oven at present. Back shortly!

      We're now over half-way to count, so I think we can come back to the 10,000-plus Albanian bunkers tomorrow.  They're not going anywhere.

Damn You, Auntie Beeb!
An excoriation that your humble scr - okay, it's an obscure word for "curse" if you must know - that your humble scribe frequently resorts to on a morning, when he hastily checks the BBC website to make sure we've all survived the imminent zombie/robot/asteroid apocalypse.  So far none of the above 3 have visited, but - Dog Buns! they do have horribly diverting sidebar items that your modest artisan cannot hang around to read, or he'll miss the bus.

Neil Gaiman and a lamp.  Don't ask me, it came up when I Googled "Auntie Beeb"

     One of these was about how Sharks Are Our Friends, which you can bet I took notice of, yet without sufficient time to add it in as a Chrome Favourite.  Another one was about how Beetroot's Better Beats, if I can paraphrase thus.  Let us expand -

Beetroot Benefits
I cannot find the original article, which went on and on about how beetroot would take over the world when it became sentient better your health thanks to it's influence on the body's metabolism, yet I do have this as a substitute.  Art?

https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/ingredient-focus-beetroot

     The idea is that beetroot boosts your body to be better by biological brio.  Art?

Clearly, a lady who has ingested many beetroots.
(I mean, look at her lustrous hair!)

      I should be prodding Art with a wire attached to the mains power supply, but a)  I can't be bothered and b) Mara Corday is pretty easy on the eyes.  Quite what any of this has to do with beetroot is open to question.

Finally -
Although there is that splendid Sinister-era sci-fi tale about a gigantic turnip, entitled "The Tale Of The Turnip", wherein an alien turnip a mile wide suffers problems when Spring arrives, thanks to hydraulics and hydrodynamics.  Art?

Inferior capitalist version

*  Not exaggerating here.
**  Hint: it was frequently not.