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Tuesday, 3 March 2026

If I Were To Say

"Meat Grinder"

Then we all know where your thoughts would flit, and normally you'd be correct, unless you were thinking of 'Prime Cut', where the hapless Murphy, sent down from Chicago to Kansas to collect a debt owed, ends up in the livestock processing line.  Art!




     There you go, Mister Murphy's Meaty Mealtime snorkers, which is how he got posted back to Chicago.  By refrigerated freight, one hopes.  I compressed the meat processing part as it goes on for several minutes and you might not wish to be converted to vegetarianism thusly.

     ANYWAY I have recently finished 'Meat Grinder' by Pritt Buttar, which, if Art will do the honours -


     Pritt's work is focussed on the Teuton defence of this salient, and the Sinister efforts to overwhelm it, with the former suffering 670,000 casualties and the latter up to 2.3 million, which is where the appellation 'Rzhev Meat Grinder' comes from.  I don't propose to detail the whole book, as it's 483 pages long, but I did make a note - actually folding page edges (the horror!  The horror!) - of three separate topics.

     One thing that the Sinisters did badly was logistics*, an observation Pritt tartly notes goes back to before the Red Army even existed.  When the regime was under the tsars, Ruffian generals ' - behaved as if logistics were an irrelevance'.  Supplies and supply chains were expected to magically appear and sustain the army without any planning or preparation.  Art!


     He points out the organised chaos that enveloped the Ruffian army in 1914 when it mobilised, which ought to have been done by rail and organised in detailed timetables by companies of railway troops.  In reality the army was mobilised first, before the railway staff were assembled, leading to units having to march across Ruffia to reach forming-up areas.  In fact this is mentioned in Solzhenitsyn's '1914' when an officer proudly boasts that the Teutons need railways to mobilize but Ruffians will happily walk to Berlin.

     The Sinister efforts against the Rzhev salient were constantly harassed by the dismal road and skeleton rail net in their rear, with the former becoming almost unusable in bad weather - the 'rasputitsa' that came in spring and autumn - that were as predictable as clockwork yet utterly ignored.  Existing roads were not improved, nor were new ones laid, not even 'corduroy' ones.  Art!

Teutons building a corduroy road

     Traffic control was also abysmal on the Sinister side*, with huge traffic clots forming along the insufficient roads, preventing organised advances or attacks and allowing the Teutons to shift their scanty reserves to threatened areas and defeat attacks in detail.  Equipment such as bulldozers to clear snow and level roads was unknown to the Sinisters and needed to wait for Lend Lease to supply them.  Art!


     There were also fliers printed by the Sinisters for onward delivery to the Teutons, which now read as tragically ironic.  The text was supposedly sent as a reply by the Zaporizhzhia Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan in the War of 1672, whom told them to submit to his will and rule*.  

"You are the Turkish Sultan, brother and comrade of the damned devil, and assistant to Lucifer himself!  What sort of knight are you, when you can't kill a hedgehog with your bare behind?  Your damned face is a mess.  You son of a dog, you will not have the sons of Christians under your rule, we are not afraid of your troops and will fight you with earth and water, we will destroy your mother.

    You are a Babyonian cook, a Macedonian charioteer, a Jerusalem  brewer, an Alexandrian goatherd, a pig herder of Egypt, an Armenian thief, a Tatar bandit .....you pork-faced mare's anus.

     That is how the Cossacks answer you, ragged one."

     Allow me to put up a close up of the painting above.  Art!

     


     You can see where the Ruffian insult 'Khokhol', 'crest' or 'tufty' comes from, that being the de rigeur hairstyle of a proper Cossack.

     ANYWAY AGAIN one has to wonder what on earth the baffled Teutons made of these propaganda leaflets.  Toilet paper, probably.
     

     Now, one thing to bear in mind about 'Meat Grinder' is that it was published in 2022, and thus written up as an MSS in 2021.  Pritt includes a rather eyebrow raising speech by Putinpot in 2020, when a memorial to the Rzhev Salient warriors was raised.  

"Participants had written just a few scarce words.  It was too difficult to remember that terrible Rzhev Meat Grinder, as it is sometimes called.  Fierce, exhausting, bitter fighting continued in this area for months.  Soldiers fought for every single grove, hill, every square metre of land.

      It is impossible to think of the Red Army's losses in those battles without pain.  More than 1.3 million people were killed, injured or recorded as missing."

     Getting close to that total yourself, Peter The Average.  Art!



Bear With Me On This One

Back in the good old days of the Cold War, there was a branch of intelligence and media speculation dubbed 'Kremlinology', where observers in the West sought to understand what was going on within the Sinister Union.  They didn't have much to go on, as Churchill once observed that Kremlin politics resembled two bulldogs fighting underneath a rug; all you saw was the end result.  Art!


     They pored over pictures like this.  Who was present?  Who was absent?  Who was centre stage?  What were they wearing?  Who was on the periphery? and so on.  

     With that in mind, I have another dubious photograph of the Boorish Orange Oaf Himself.  Art!



     King Piggy might not be aware of this scrofula, as otherwise he'd hike up his collar or slather makeup on it.  The White House has claimed the purplish blemish is caused by 'skin cream', which one would expect to, you know, reduce bruising/strangling/bubonic plague symptoms, not increase them.

     Doubtless there are thousands of people opining on social media about what this is and how it was caused.  An overdose of golf?


Interesting Backstory

Conrad occasionally watches 'Brandon Herrera's Youtube channel, which I cannot recommend as he swears a lot, and has dubious political views, but he's amusing when he sticks to guns.  Of which he has an awful lot.  He came up with a short video about - Art!


     This is the 'Zip 22', named after the calibre of bullet it fires, the .22 Long Rifle round, which is one of the smallest and least effective rounds out there.  The maker, USFA, had previously made high-quality replicas of South Canadian Civil Unpleasantness revolvers.

     Then they made this item.  Art!


     Brandon simply could not manage to hold this weapon comfortably, as the stupid dual-trigger arrangement gets in the way.  To cock the gun, that is, to put a round from the magazine into the breech, you have to PUT YOUR HAND IN FRONT OF THE MUZZLE and press the cocking piston.  The ammunition does not feed properly and frequently jams; on one occasion Brandon had to remove a round that had somehow loaded back to front.  Everything bar the firing pin, spring and barrel is made of polymer, so if it gets hot, it will melt or fracture.

     Not only that, USFA sold all their production plant for making replica pistols in order to tool up to make the Zip.

     The persuasive rumour is that president and business owner, Douglas Donnelly, was about to be taken to the cleaners in a bitter divorce battle.  So he deliberately sabotaged the business, which closed in 2017.  I cannot find anything to confirm this but you must admit it would explain a lot.  Art!

When they made proper guns

Get Thee Behind Me, Click-Bait!

It's only allowed if I'M doing the click-baiting and I don't care how much of a double-standard this is, because once again whose blog is it?  Art!


     Going by the description and Noah Wyle, this is 'Falling Skies', which Conrad watched for the first season when it was originally broadcast.  It was around for five seasons so it did something right.  Perhaps time to take it up again?


Finally -

Bring it on down Ambrose!

"Cynic, n: A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be.  Hence the custom amongst the Scythians** of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision."


*  Also a contemporary problem.

**  Proto-Ruffians

Monday, 2 March 2026

Retro In The Metro

Don't Judge Me

Yes, the 'Metro' newspaper - allegedly - makes medium quality cat-litter tray liner and Conrad used to pick it up on the bus purely for the Cryptic Crossword when I was traversing the urban dellscapes into Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell.  Art!


     Dog Buns, Conrad was kind of aware about Gene passing, but didn't want it confirmed so brutally.  I like to remember him as the worldly, cynical yet idealistic sheriff in 'Mississippi Burning' and the frantic escapee wearing drag in 'The Birdcage', to say nothing of Popeye Doyle.

     ANYWAY we are here to look back in both anger and umbrage at Pyotr Kurzin's retrospective on the war in Ukraine, having done a brief overview yesteryon of his analysis via the 'Global Gambit'.  Go check it out.  And no, that is not a suggestion.

     SO.  PK took a look at where the Special Military Operation has ended up, in terms of technology and innovation, after 4 years.  Art!


     Those are not the webs of Ukrainian spiders as big as dustbin lids - although yesteryon I did see a video clip of some evil swine who attached a spider puppet just that size to his pet dog and let it ramble across the neighbourhood - rather they are the latest iteration of drones, using fibre-optic cable to guide onto target, because they are immune to electronic warfare.   Art!

Courtesy Clement Molin, excellent Twitter poster

     What you're looking at now is the newly-christened 'Grey Zone', which way back in the First Unpleasantness was known as 'No Man's Land', where neither side holds sway, yet which is contested to seek to overturn this status quo.

     PK doesn't mention it, because the info is ages old, but waaaaay back at the start of the Special Idiotic Operation, Ukraine used Bayraktar drones to devastating effect.  They helped to paralyse and decimate Ruffian vehicle columns invading Ukraine, and were used in what became the siege of Snake Island.  Then the orcs developed the EW chops to put them on the fritz and they left the battlefield.  Art!


     Which is why fibre-optic drones are now de rigeur for both sides.  Well, kind of.  Again, because news moves faster than Youtube updates, PK was unaware that China, which supplies Mordorvia with fibre-optic cables, has just upped the price from between 2.5 to 4 times the original cost, and Putin will just have to grin and bare it.  Or bear it.  You know, Mighty Ruffia and all that.

     ANYWAY AGAIN these fibre-optic FPV drones with a great big spool of cable have a range of up to 50 kilometres, meaning a team sitting 1 kilometre behind the front lines can hit enemy targets 49 kilometres away.  In reality, this has created a 'Grey Zone' up to 30 kilometres deep, where manoeuvre warfare has been supplanted by positional warfare, again very reminiscent of the First Unpleasantness.  This multiplicity of drones threatens supply chains, evacuations, troop rotation and night movement.  Art!

Spot Ukraine

     Ol' Pyotr points out, if it needs pointing, that Ruffia's battlefield performance does not match it's progress on the battlefield, and that Mordorvia is now weaker than at any other time, waging an attritional conflict that is now beginning to impact Ruffian civil society, a consequence that Putinpot has sought to avoid above all else.  PK's contacts inside Ruffia - family, friends and acquaintances thanks to the ancestral tree - confirm that, rather than a systemic collapse, there is a gradual erosion of society, which bears up partly to the 'Endurance' myth generated by the Great Patriotic War. That is, orcs are willing to put up with appalling squalor and suffering, because they might win in the end.

     Or - they might not.  Willing to put up with or win in the end?  Quite.  This is the calculus that Putinpot is trying to resolve.

     LATE-BREAKING NEWS:  Ruffian mil-bloggers are reporting that the 'crests', or 'Khokhols' or 'tufties' - all Ruffian hirsute envy of Ukrainian cossacks - are now using miniature drones less than 5" across with rubber rotor blades, which are utterly silent and cannot be heard until so close that orc is bork.  Art!


     Ol' Pyotr also looked at the previous inviolability of Ruffia, which since the time of the Tsars has prided itself on being able to avoid terrorism that plagued the decadent West.  Except not really.  Since 2022 we have seen increasingly regular drone attacks on Moscow, which shut down air transport and cost tens of millions on every single occasion. There have been car (and scooter) bomb assassinations, not to mention scions of the Putinpot regime simply being shot dead.  On an ironic note, it's entirely possible that not all of these were the Bloodseekers Of Budanov Bringing Bloody Blessings, but rather Ruffians falling out with each other over -

     Money.  You know, the stuff that makes up the sinews of war.  Because being as patriotic as you like will not make up the shortfall in your pension, nor the bankruptcy in your oblast's budget.  Another Kutzinism comes to mind; "Time favours the side willing to suffer the longest".

     Who in Mordorvia is assessing the willingness of the orcs to suffer endemic poverty, squalor and death? because you can push sheep only so far until they shed and become wolves.  See 'Iran' for details.  And possibly Pink Floyd and 'Animals'.



More Of Pumpkinhead

As you should surely know by now, Conrad likes to collect ghastly pictures of Donnie Dorko where he has been pictured out of his corset, hairdo, makeup and flattering lighting, or even with any of the above, just done horribly.  Art!


     As I already put, HIS CHIN IS PREGNANT! and as others have pointed out, there is that hideous scrofulitic outbreak beneath his ear.  You know, the ear that was shot off but grew back again within two days.  I am minded of that 'Starry Trex' episode 'Miri', about the life-prolongation project that goes horribly wrong.  Art!

"He could have been number 48 -"


More Of Mendacious Mechanics

If there's a common theme here, it's that misogynistic mechanics might manipulate male-minus motorists.  As in scammers looking for a free lunch might well target a female motorist, seeing them as woefully ignorant about cars and how they operate. Hmmmm well, include Conrad in that demographic, as I have no idea how cars operate.  God invented mechanics so that I did not have to.  Art!

1876 BHP 2,700 RPM 37 litre PDKNCKR

     It is unwise to try and scam a lady with quick wits, and still less so when they had taken their car in for a full service just a couple of weeks prior, with full knowledge of what had been done.  You see - Art!


     - our narrator had been to their local auto-shop and had a full list of service options carried out, before they went to 'Canadian Tire' as said company was well-known for various rip-off tendencies.  They were only there to get a free oil change, courtesy of that cultural icon, a 'coupon'.

     Well.  The shop contact was full of bad news about how dangerous their car was, that it was too dangerous to drive and need thousands of dollars worth of repairs before it would be safe to leave the shop.

     UNfazed Canadian Legal Expert, hereafter UNCLE, challenged the Canadian Tire rep, stating that they were going to contact the auto-shop that did the initial checks and declare they were suing for fraud, as Canadian Tire had informed that the previ -

     Suddenly the automotive problems vanished and UNCLE went on their merry way, just with an everlasting hatred of Canadian Tire.


O Boy Do You Want A 50,000 Word Monograph On This!

As you should surely know by now, Conrad is a bit of a buff on the war in North Africa during the Second Unpleasantness, especially during the first nine months when it was just Perfidious Albion and the Rather Rubbish Romans before the Teutons put in an appearance.  Art!

     There's a whole lot of information - in fact a whole twenty-seven bookcase library to unpack from that headline, which we may come back to - and I bet you can hardly wait.

     In fact the total was more like 240,000, and they were facing 70,000;

     What can possibly go wrong?


Finally -

From my 'QI Book Of Banter': "When in doubt, have a man come in through the door with a gun in his hand" - Raymond Chandler.





Sunday, 1 March 2026

NOW A Retrospective

Just Not The Kind We Post On A Sunday -

Looking back over the past 13 years of BOOJUM! and how far we've come from 200 words of text with no pictures, to screeds that may hit 1,400 words and include my own photos and ones culled from teh Interwebz.  No, today we are going to look back at the history of the Special Military Operation as it enters it's fifth year, thanks to the copious notes I took of Pyotr Kurzin's 'The Global Gambit', which is well worth checking out.  Art!

     That's Pyotr with a background of Washington, South Canada, where he now lives.  In case you were wondering, and even if you weren't, he's half-British and half-Ruffian, and has a lot of contacts behind the <thinks> Tin Curtain.

     The rather indigestible title of his vlog here is 'What's really happening inside Ruffia after 4 years of Putin's war'.

     First observation is that this war has lasted longer than the Great Patriotic War, which is what the Sinisters used to call the Second Unpleasantness after their great chums the Nazis attacked them.  We are now on Day 1,446 of the Special Idiotic Operation, as compared to Day 1,416 that brought the Red Army into the heart of Berlin.  This total is about 1,000 times longer than anyone speculated on 24/02/2022.  Art!


     The front lines have essentially been frozen for the past 3 years, with a magnifying glass or travelling electron microscope needed to see where the orcs have prevailed and conquered.  As various pundits have observed, a snail setting off from the orc's front lines in 2022 would be in either Vienna or Warsaw by now.

     SO Pyotr offers to look at what is really happening on the battlefield, the myth of Ruffia's 'Inevitable Win' and what the near future will bring.  Art!


     QUESTION: If Ruffia is advancing at the heady pace of 70 metres OR 76 PROUD IMPERIAL YARDS per day, is this classed as 'Strategic Momentum' or 'Slow-Motion Implosion'?  Especially as their daily losses amount to 1,000 on average.  Doing a little calculation, at this rate it would take 54 years for Mordorvia to conquer Ukraine at a cost of about 20 million casualties.  Conrad has used other metrics to calculate this end result, and they always end in gigantic Ruffian casualties expended over years, if not decades.  Art!


     Talking of snails.  The Strugatsky brothers wrote some impressive sci-fi novels and short stories whilst having to try and accommodate the restrictions of the Sinister Union, which regarded them with a great deal of suspicion.  Please take their opus as proof that not all Ruffians are orcs, and that back in the day their audience passed around samizdat publications that punctured Sinister lies and pomp.
     ANYWAY AGAIN.  Back to Pyotr.  On 24/02/2022 NOTE SENSIBLE EUROPEAN DATE CONVENTION the Kremlin Barad-Dur launched the invasion of Ukraine, seeking three things: 1)  Conquer Kyiv, i.e. do a thunder-run into the capital of Ukraine as the South Canadians did in Iraq; 2)  Topple their government, by stringing their politicians up from lamp-posts, and 3) Instal a puppet regime that makes Lukashenko look free and independent.  Art!

The Kremlin in 2022
     
     None of this happened.  

     What did happen was the bloodiest war since 1945, with Ruffian casualties hitting 1.25 million and Ukraine's probably at a third of that total.  Over the expanse of 4 years Ruffia advanced 50 kilometres into Ukrainian Donetsk, or about one kilometre per month, with the weighting of this advance being at the start of the SIO.  As Pyotr points out, the nature of warfare in Ukraine has changed markedly; from manoeuvre warfare with large mechanised and armoured formations at the start, to positional warfare dominated by trenches, mines, artillery, barbed wire and small infantry infiltration groups.  If you didn't know this blog was being written in 2026 you might think we were discussing trench warfare of the Western Front in 1917.  Art!


     The photograph is in colour, which means it's unlikely to be WW1, but the defence line here is as it would have been in France circa late 1917.  An anti-tank ditch, that will cause enemy AFVs to bog down and stall, requiring engineer assistance to extricate themselves.  Dragon's teeth, to further block any vehicles from getting through.  Barbed wire, to slow or completely stop enemy infantry.  All this defence terrain would be covered by artillery in a previous life, and now - you may be ahead of me here -  drones in 21st century warfare.

     What has made the difference?  O I'm so glad you asked!

     Drones.

    We're only about 1/4 through Pyotr's vlog, so I'm afraid we'll have to come back to it.  I bet you can hardly wait.


Sataysfaction

NO!  That is not a typo, it is an hilarious pun I tell you, hilarious!

     For no apparent reason, Your Humble Scribe wondered about 'Satay Sauce' on Saturday, possibly whilst walking Edna and giving time to Thinking Deep Dark Thoughts.  Art!


     This, gentle reader, is Satay Sauce.  Made from peanut butter, coconut milk, mashed spring onions,  brown sugar, soy sauce and a scattering of chili flakes.  I tried it with my Cheapo Chicken Skewers last night and it went down well.  Over on the Continent they feature this kind of sauce in the Netherlands, whom recall their long-lost Indonesian empire the way we here in the UK recall Indian cuisine.


Speaking Of Which -

Another of those 'Ex-Manchester' experiences that Conrad did not take part in, for no very good reason.  Art!


     You can tell this photo is from decades ago as the bus in the background has a red livery - as mentioned about the Manchester Arndale bus station, they used to be orange and white.  The DPH stood on the corner of St Peter's Square, where the huge memorial obelisk stands, and Oxford Road, which was the direct route to Student City Central.  Art!


     That's the thing about Manchester - if you stand still in the city centre for more than fifteen minutes, you'll be immediately built over by a new skyscraper or office block, economic downturn or recession be damned.  Either that, or those jib cranes springing up all over the place are alien spies*.


Karma Komes Kalling

We recently mentioned the Supreme S****** Of Iran, Ayatollah Khameini, and wished him a lingering dispatch thanks to ingesting five pints of live sticklebacks.  Well.  It seems that the Israelis and South Canadians knew where he was hiding in plain sight, and at the inception of their Bomb, Assault & Blast & Missile Iran, hereafter BAMBI, they knew where he was and introduced him to a whole lot of high explosive.  Art!


     This, lest ye be unaware, is the political leader who gave permission - nay, ORDERED - that Iranian protesters be murdered by the thousands.  To the upper bound mentioned of 36,000.  O ho ho, how the piper comes for payment, hmmm?

     Conrad is not remotely superstitious but can happily imagine this boakbag simmering in Hades for the next 624,335 years.  And if the HR Department of Hades functions at all, they ought to put him alongside Leonidas**.  

     

Finally -

Better go box up that Sunday Stew and see if Edna is willing to sit and watch 'Stranger Things' in the lounge with me.





*  Prove they are not.  Go on.  I'll wait.

**  Legendary leader of the Spartans at Thermopylae, fighting versus the Persians.

Pink Dog Nest Being Utilised

Some Of The Time

Since Your Humble Scribe is now the official dogsitter at The Mansion, Edna has been cast upon her own resources and is now deciding to use the fluffy flamingo bed that has rested, unused, in my Sekrit Layr for Lo! these many years.  So, for those who want to keep up with the little sprout's daily routine, and you know who you are, here she is.  Art!


     We end up later in the evening sitting in the lounge watching 'Stranger Things' where she spurns the charcoal dog bed and instead plumps for the doggy blanket.   After I've posted this blog I'll be taking her for her second walk of the day, hopefully whilst the rains keep away.

     ANYWAY after that domestic tranquility (which Blogger is incorrectly flagging as being spelled wrong), let us proceed to list the links.  

2025

BOOJUM!: If I Were To Say 'Doge'

2024

BOOJUM!: Serendipity!

2023

BOOJUM!: White City

2022

BOOJUM!: How Jonathan Swift Created The Who

2021

BOOJUM!: Only Hair-Splitting Pedantry Can Save Us Now!

2020

BOOJUM!: This Will Be A Somewhat Martial Post

2019

BOOJUM!: How To Impress - With A Killer Mattress!

2018

BOOJUM!: A Tidy Atomic Pile

2017

BOOJUM!: Baby Hippopotamus

2016

BOOJUM!: Car Scar

2015

BOOJUM!: I HAD To Buy A Bottle of Beer

2014

BOOJUM!: I HAD To Buy A Bottle of Beer






Saturday, 28 February 2026

When Scummy And Scammy Got A Double Whammy

We Are Back On The Fruitful Topic Of Mendacious Mechanics

I have garnered these tales from Comments on the tale of CHINS and SCUM, which, as is often the case, are equally as entertaining as the original.  Which, if you remember AND YOU OUGHT TO concerned a criminally-enterprising garage mechanic trying to rip off CHINS to the tune of $3,700 and failing badly.  They were arrested and fired simultaneously, the kind of twofer you really should avoid.  Art!


     That's the AI Art Generator coming up with a 'scummy auto-shop', which is what South Canadians call garages, because <long rant about the American Revolution redacted> burned so it was rebuilt as the White House.

     ANYWAY this tale concerns Telling Electrical Auto Mechanic, hereafter TEAM, and his father, Wise Irreplaceable Notable, hereafter WIN.  TEAM had been an auto-mechanic for 20 years, and WIN for 40 years, they were experienced, skilled, honest, diligent and responsible for the auto-shop's repeat custom to the tune of 75%.  So they really were TEAM WIN and I had to really reach to get that acronym pairing.  Art!


     That's either TEAM WIN or a pair of modern alchemists at work.

     ANYWAY AGAIN their employer was one of those people who love love love to cheat people, cut corners, rip employees off and variously behave in the manner befitting one whom passes port to the right*.  What is an apt acronym?   Auto-Shop Scumbag, hereafter ASS.

     TEAM and WIN were unaware of this skulldiggery - which is like skullduggery but worse - until TEAM began going through ASS's paperwork 6 months later, in order to build a case against him for non-payment.  There it was, evidence of used parts being used for repairs instead of new ones, which is a GIGANTIC NO-NO lest ye be unaware.

     There is no mention in this narrative of where, exactly, ASS was when TEAM was doing his sleuthing as one would rather expect a bottomhole employer to shift heaven, earth, hell and the entire Solar System rather than let his underpaid employees discover physical evidence of wrongdoing.  Art!

Conrad unsure exactly what this is.

     Spurning his first impulse, which was merely to inform the relevant authorities of ASS's illegal activities, TEAM decided to go for a longer game, instead copying all this incriminating paperwork, cross-referencing information about parts and receipts, He then informed his regular customers that he and WIN were leaving ASS's employment for another auto-shop - a tad prematurely, since they gave ASS the chance to pay TEAM WIN what he owed them, which they now knew thanks to TEAM's file investigating.  

     SURPRISE!  ASS paid them all he owed them.

     Only joking.  No, he refused.  TEAM WIN had anticipated this and had backed their truck and trailer into the shop, into which they proceeded to load all their toolboxes and major bits of kit and depart.  Art!

Possibly overstating a little

     That's 75% of ASS's repeat trade gone.  Ooops.  

     Things got worse for him.  TEAM WIN retained a labour law attorney, and then advised all the ripped-off customers to seek legal redress with another attorney their own had recommended.  Thanks to all that copied paperwork, TEAM WIN won, as did all the customers who had been scammed.  Obviously this was a pretty big hit for ASS, even if there is no detailed mention of legal fees, either what he was forced to pay or recompense the plaintiffs for.

     That's one whammy.  The other one came from an entirely unexpected direction.  Art!


     You see, there are VERY strict regulations in South Canada about disposing of waste motor oil.  The Environmental Protection Agency has a justice <redacted> for businesses that disobey their rules, and then some.  Art!


     ASS had built a heater that ran on waste motor oil, which was highly illegal in the state of Alabama, where the story is set, rather than spring for a proper heating system for the auto-shop.  The EPA imposed fines, which are not detailed in the narrative but I checked the ADEM (Alabama Department of Environmental Management) website and they can impose swingeing totals, $25,000 being mentioned in one case, and potentially $70,000 PER DAY.

     It gets worse.  ASS had previously declared bankruptcy three years earlier and in South Canada there is a date criteria before one can claim to be bankrupt again, in this case eight years.  So, to satisfy his legal costs and fines, he had to sell both the auto-shop and his own house.  That might make it a triple whammy.


More Of Ex-Manchester Experiences

Another one that Your Humble Scribe visited back in the day, though not by choice - I was the Required Male Supervisor for a clutch of children from Wonder Wifey's school, and the event was going to Granada Studios.  Art!


     I can only vaguely recall the sets, which included a large interior for Baker Street, where 'Sherlock Holmes' had been filmed, and we must have seen the 'Coronation Street' set which I don't remember as I hate the program.  They were filming an external scene for 'Sooty' which involved a miniature bus and I can't remember if they were trying to have it blow up in a puff of smoke or I just hoped it would.

     Long gone now, demolished to make way for the Aviva Studios building.  Art!



Fortunately -

Those with any degree of recall will note that Conrad carefully noted the ingredients that go into making Sour Cream and Chive Pringles, and there's an awful lot, most of which are probably not good for you.  Though they taste good.  Art!

They bake them?

      Conrad is safe as I've scoffed the tube I got last week.  Phew.  No, I am not going to click on the link.  Let's guess what it says - 'Too many Pringles make you fat?'


Iran Away

As expected, South Canada and Israel have started an air campaign against the Iranian regime, beginning earlier today, as all the air assets that had congregated there over past weeks go into action.  Conrad's not an expert in aerial warfare but can predict that the Iranian air defence systems will manage exactly nil shootdowns if they function as well as the last mass air attack in 2025.  Their response seems to have been 'Missile everyone else in the Middle East and cross fingers'.  Art!


     This is the best they can retaliate with. Who knew an F-15 floated?

     One significant player missing is - Ruffia.  They didn't bother to arm or equip Tehran after their last spanking, instead signing a deal that won't take effect until 2027.  Rather than using an air bridge to bring in SAM systems, they are telling Ruffians in Iran to leave soonest as it's dangerous there.  The Venezuala pattern is being woven again**.  The most Mordorvia is willing to do is wag fingers and sound stern.  Art!


     Conrad rather doubts this will stop either Pumpkinhead or Bibi in their tracks.  As for Putinpot?  "I ran away".  I wonder if The Only Fat Man In North Korea is beginning to sweat a little?

     We shall see if any of these 'decapitation' strikes have vapourised that evil old excremental Khameini.  On that day even devout Muslim Iranians will probably crack open a bottle of champagne.

      O - Donold?  This is not how you win the Nobel Peace Prize.  Just a heads-up.

Finally -

Ending with another citric Bierceism.

"Liar, n:  A attorney with a roving profession.  A journalist of any profession, trade or calling."

     How shocking! that he omits any reference to politicians.



*  The signature move of an utter bounder.

**  Yes, lifted as a quote from 'Forbidden Planet'.