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Sunday, 5 July 2026

TREE LAW! TREE LAW!

Settle Down, Now

One of the most entertaining and schadenfreuden-laden topics on Youtube's various Reddit-relaying channels is, without a doubt, 'Tree Law'.  Nearly all of these tales are from South Canada and I can only think of two that took place here in This Sceptred Isle, where a Tree Preservation Order can be imposed by the local council; this makes it illegal to do anything to a TPO-protected tree.  A tip from the old country that the Treacherous Colonial Ingrates would do well to adopt.  Not that I'm simmering with righteous rage at their 4th July shenanigans.  Well, not much.  Well, quite a lot, actually.  Art!

Well, an incredible amount, actually

     ANYWAY the thing about trees is that people take them for granted, since they have been part of the background for decades, or centuries.  The bills that can fall due thus come as an unpleasant surprise.

     The tale is narrated by Seventies-HOme Purchaser, hereafter SHOP, who bought a house sitting on an acre-and-a-half of land, next to a subdivision that was run by a Home Owners Association, the HOA of notoriety.  SHOP made certain that his property was entirely uninvolved with the HOA, definitively and certainly by checking all the admin background.  Art!


     The chief selling-point was a 180-year old bur oak squarely in the middle of the front garden, which SHOP's Spouse And Tree afficIoNado, hereafter SATIN, loved, as did his child, who put up a swing on it.

     Enter the HOA president, BOb, hereafter HOBO, whom hated SHOP's oak with a passion beyond human understanding, harassing the family for the next TWO YEARS, behaving as if they were HOA members.  A year into their moving in, the HOA began to send official-looking notifications about fines, escalating from $50 up to $250.  SATIN warned SHOP to keep them for later reference, not trash, shred or burn them, so he paid attention to her and filed them away.  HOBO ended up sending a notice that if the tree was not removed within 30 days, the HOA would remove it and bill SHOP for the expense.  Art!

This is why AI will never conquer the world

     Under advisement from a legal friend, SHOP sent the HOA a 'Cease and Desist' letter, which was signed for and confirmation returned.

     All done and dusted, right?

     Wrong.

     SHOP and SATIN had to leave for her native country, where her grandma had died.  Dealing with the funeral and estate took four weeks away from South Canada, and when they returned - Art!


     Yes, HOBO had ensured the bur oak had been cut down, removed and even the stump dug up and taken away.  When confronted, HOBO gloasted that 'The tree was a hazard to the community.  The community decided."

     SO YOU HAVE CHOSEN DEATH! as SHOP may have thought but wasn't enraged enough to say.  

     He posted the above on Reddit and asked for advice, and Reddit really came through for him.  Commenter #1 laid it out: 1) Report it to the police as this is a felony crime due to cost involved; 2) Have a consulting arborist visit to assess value and health of the tree; 3) Hire a surveyor to confirm property boundaries; 4) Get an attorney; 5) Do not clear up any of the evidence; 6) Identify the service who cut the tree down.  A bur oak of 180 years age would possibly be worth into six figures, and this took place in Texas - where the plaintiff can claim TREBLE damages for an illegally-felled tree.  Art!


     Then, too, the lumber from the felled tree would be worth a substantial amount.  Flouting the C & D also put HOBO and his fellow board members firmly in the wrong, and verrrry deeply so.  Oops.

     The police were initially uninterested until they heard '180 years old', at which point they got handcuffs in their eyes and took copious notes.  The consulting arborist spent 4 hours to determine the oak had been perfectly healthy.  The attorney specialising in easement and TREE LAW took the case on contingency (or no win, no fee).  The surveyor confirmed the oak had been well inside property lines.  Art!


     SHOP tracked down the tree service, who co-operated and provided documents given to them by HOBO - that confirmed he'd forged SHOP's signature to get the tree removed.  His attorney shouted in glee when this came to light as it turned the case from a civil to a criminal one.  

     Next bombshell was the consulting arborist's report, which valued the tree at - waitforitwaitforit - $251,400.

<SEVEN MONTH HIATUS>

     SHOP's attorney told them to stop posting whilst the case went ahead, so they came back after the criminal case went to court.

     HOBO was charged with criminal mischief, forgery and theft, and criminal trespass, found guilty on all four and sentenced to four years in prison.  Ooops.  Then came the civil case.  The HOA's insurance company refused to pay $00.01 as they'd breached their terms of contract.  The tree service's insurance company ponied up $200,000.

     Four board members were found liable and had to pay $25,000 each.  The HOA settled for $75,000 and had to mortgage future dues to manage even that.  HOBO had to sell his house to satisfy the civil judgement of $625,000 against him, as well as getting divorced by his wife.  Shucks to be you, Bob: four years in prison with no house or wife when you get out.  Art!


     All told, SHOP got just over $1,000,000 in the various settlements.

     The HOA is now fighting within itself as to whether the members want to continue with it, as they are going to have to pay x3 their normal dues to get it back into credit.

     SHOP bought another bur oak and is happy waiting another 100 years for it to get up to speed.


Okay, After That Wall Of Text

Allow me to put up a bizarre picture that came up on my news feed for no reason I can identify.  Art!


     At a guess, round steel light poles are easier to manufacture than square or octagonal ones.  The council have begun replacing the old street lamps on Rochdale Road with new, slimline-light versions, which I've noted yet not commented on at all, so why this and why now?  Who knows.


Thank You Serhii

Which is the Ukrainian form of the Ruffian 'Sergei', and what follows is definitely the Kozaky poking malicious fun at the orcs.  Art!



     Trolling taken to the next level.  Watch it turn up on mobile phones across Eastern Europe and cause vatniks to froth with rage.

     Excuse me for a minute or two, I need to box up the Sunday Stew and check the ginger beer bottles.  Back shortly.

     Evidence of slight fermentation in the bottles.  No idea what it will taste like.


More Blasting From The Past

I think this is the last illo I can put up from 'Cape Canaveral Space Force Museum' that can be explained, which is a consequence of them not having captions, narration or 'See More' about what they put on screen.  Art!


     A few of these titles are obvious - 'PAD#' is a launch pad and 'SKID STRIP' is for skidding to a halt upon.  No, actually it's a military airstrip, that acquired the 'Skid' nickname when the Air Force was landing Snark missiles on it, since they used a landing skid, not wheels.  The 'VAB' is the 'Vertical Assembly Building' where the Saturn V was - you may be ahead of me here - assembled vertically.  The 'NOTU' is the 'Naval Ordnance Testing Unit' that tests weapons such as SLAMBAMs - 'Submarine Launched Ballistic Missiles'.  The 'SAB' is the 'Satellite Assembly Building' where they put together, and occasionally cause to fall over, satellites.  The 'OPF' is now obsolete as it was the 'Orbiter Processing Facility' back when the Space Shuttle was still flying.  Next to that is the 'SLF' being the 'Shuttle Landing Facility'.  The 'ITL' is indeed in the middle of the Banana River, constructed on an artificial island and stands for 'Integrate Transfer Launch', where large rockets from the Sixties onwards were launched.


Finally -

The nights are drawing in.  It'll be winter before we know it.





Lucky Thirteen?

That Being The Number Of Years BOOJUM! Has Been Going

We have adapted and changed over the years.  Who, out of you, remembers the 'Messenger Mice'?  Or the long-tortured Motley?  There are hardly any references to the airy Upper Dungeon or the dismal, dirty, depressing Lower Dungeon, and we no longer fear an irruption from sentient steam railway locomotives - although the barbed wire and minefields remain in place, just in case.  Art!


     Long gone are the days of The Skreeming Voles, or Misha and Grisha the Strategic Rocket Force idiots who were unfit to be in charge of a biro.
     So!  Let us purvey the links.

2025


2024


2023


2022


2021


2020


2019


2018


2017


2016


2015


2014


2013







If I Were To Say "Dark Star" And "Music"

Then You Would Instantly Jump To Thoughts Of

The Grateful Dead and their freeform opus from 1968, which became one of their touchstone tracks, and I remember John Peel playing it in 1975 as one of the entries on his 'Festive 50' at Christmas.  Art!


     No, I'm not playing it at present, I've got 'Psychedelic Rock For Endless Drift' playing in the background, which has another 2 hours to go.

     ANYWAY you'd be wrongity wrong wrong wrong about The Dead, because the 'Dark Star' in question is in fact John Carpenter's debut film from early 1974, which he scored himself and which also features the song 'Benson Arizona', one of the few songs whose lyrics address relativistic time dilation.  Art!


     'Phew, we've narrowly escaped another horrid helping of Conrad's 'A Little Musical Critique' concerning that prog album by Genesis!' I hear you quote.

     NOT SO FAST!

     For Lo! we are back to the next verse of Peter Gabriel's obtuse opus.  No whining, this is only the first song ('The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway')and if there's any more complaints I'll do an ALMC on the whole double album.

     Yes, I thought that would restore a respectful silence.

"Suzanne tired her work all done"

     Conrad is unsure where Suzanne suddenly appeared from.  One has to wonder what her 'work' is that occupies the whole of the night and causes physical weariness.  Taxi service control room?  All-night restaurant?  Supermarket?  Gym?  Front of house in an hotel?

"Thinks money honey, be on neon"

     WHAT IS IT WITH NEON!  <ahem> Suzie seems to be your typical South Canadian arch-capitalist, still thinking about her bank balance even after having finished her job for the night.  Art!

HAVE SOME DOG BUNS NEON THEN

"Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn"

     O very poetic.  By 'Cabman' Ol' Gabby means a taxi driver.  By 'velvet glove' he means the taxi driver's hand, in glove you little charmer, with no explanation why a New York hack would be wearing gloves, unless they don't want to leave any prints, which seems pretttty sinister if you ask me.  Is he giving Suzanne a ride?  Does she have a can of Mace?  At whom is he honking, since this is daybreak with minimal traffic?  So many questions!

"And the sawdust king spits out his scorn"

      This line did mystify me in the past, until I looked up 'Sawdust king' last night and found out that it's a somewhat jokey reference to a - waitforitwaitforit - CARPENTER.  You see, Genesis toured South Canada extensively in March to May of 1974 and 'Dark Star' was released on 30th March 1974.  So there is every chance they saw the film, which is as much satire as sci-fi, or what you might call taking a scornful attitude to standard sci-fi tropes.  Art!

Possibly the cheapest (and funniest) alien ever

     I may be reaching but it's MY reach.

"Wonder women, you can draw your blind"

      Conrad, spelling and grammar Nazi that he is, rather thinks this should be 'blinds' plural.  Also, Rael seems to be getting delusions of adequacy; Conrad doubts Diana or her Amazonian compatriots would be interested in a somewhat scrawny street punk from New York.  Art!

Eat your heart out, Rael

"Don't look at me, I'm not your kind"

     Never a truer word spoken.  Superheroines tend not to go for petty criminals who deface NYTA property.

"I'm Rael!"

     What happened to Suzanne?

     We're well aware that you're Rael.  You keep mentioning your name as if you're not entirely sure yourself, which is a consequence of not observing OSHA regulations when using aerosol paints in a confined location.

"Something in me has just begun"

      Early male pattern baldness?

"Lord knows what I have done"

     What I suggest you do is keep a journal, Rael, or a diary, one day to a page.  Write down what you've been up to in the subways at night WHILST DOING IT.  That way you'll not need recourse to the Lord to find out.  Shades of Jonathan Hoag*.

"On Broadway, on Broadway

They say the lights are always bright on Broadway"

     Well, 'they' are wrong, aren't they?  Lights are not bright during daylight, Ol' Gabby even mentions this happening earlier in the song.  Tut tut!

                                     "On Broadway, on Broadway

They say there's always magic in the air"

      O, 'they' again, hmmmm?  Again, wrong, although there are traffic fumes and steam, neither of which I would call 'magic'.

      - annnnd they repeat those last two choruses again, which I'm not going to bother with.

     There you go, A Little Musical Critique that has sustained us over four Intros.


More From The 'Cape Canaveral Space Force Museum'

There's a couple of art images that I can use and explicate about still remaining in this short video montage.  Art!


     A painting because the real thing takes place in cis-lunar space with no cameras present.

     The depiction here is of the upper stage of a Saturn V rocket releasing the aerodynamic 'petals' that allow the modules to separate from the interior.  The Command and Service Module emerges first, then rotates through 180º, then attaches to the Lunar Module.  The artist is using a bit of licence above, as the LM remains firmly attached to the Saturn stage until the CSM has firmly docked.  Only then are explosive bolts blown to all the combined modules to depart on the Trans-Lunar vector.  Art!


Meanwhile, In Mordorvia

If I so wanted, I could assemble a whole blog about this subject, but am also aware that the 57th vlog of orcs queuing for petrol gets dull after endless repetition.  So here's a comparative energy map of night-time illumination in Krim.  Art!

Dateline 11/07/2025

Dateline 03/07/2026

     This looks more like the infamous night-time picture of the Korean peninsula, with a single small blob of illumination in Norkland at Pyongyang, and the Sorks absolutely ablaze with light.  In Krim the lack of lighting is due to a lack of fuel for the power stations, the power stations being blown up, and at least 28 sub-stations also being destroyed.  

     The net effect is more serious than not being able to watch television, use the internet or read a book after dark; lack of fuel means groundwater cannot be pumped up from boreholes to supply it in potable form, hence the rolling cuts in water supply alongside electricity.

     Orcs with sufficient petrol are queuing to get over the Kerch Bridge in traffic jams up to 15 kilometres long that take 10 hours to move through.  Art!


     Enjoy the fruits of Ukrainian malicious mischief.  They have been logging into Ruffian 'Petrol Station Status' maps, then amending their status.  If the station has fuel, they change the status to 'Empty'; if it is empty they change the status to 'Full'.  



This has only fuelled - do you see wh - O you do - the petrol-deprived status of orcs, whom are now resorting to violence against their fellow orcs for perceived slights, queue-jumping or coming from another oblast.  Art!



More Ungentle Shoeing

King Piggy's 250th celebrations that were all about Him Him Him were interrupted by thunderstorms, which nobody had planned for, as these incredibly rare events only occur once in a century and never when a 400-pound land whale is in office, or something.  Art!


     Allow us to metaphorically point and laugh.  Art!


     He doesn't look happy, does he?  Perhaps wondering what Jack Smith will do in a couple of years time when the office of Prez isn't covering his (enormous) bottom.  Note also he's only keeping upright by holding onto the doorframe.

     Here's another one proving that he's bloated up over the last month by perhaps as much as 30 pounds, with a recap from yesteryon.  Art!

     
     Remember, Pumpkinhead claims to be the same height and weight as Chris Hemsworth.  In your dreams dreams!


Finally - 

Better go check the ginger beer for fermentation.  Updates to come.





*  Nope, not going to explain.  Look it up.

Saturday, 4 July 2026

Seconds Out!

For Lo! We Are Back For Part Two Of Our 'Little Musical Critique'

 - concerning Genesis and the title track of 'The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway', and if Art will put down his bowl of coal - 

     
     Those are shots of the band performing the album live in late '74 and early '75, and illo 1 might be the costume that Peter Gabriel wore that prevented him from being able to sing into the mike, forcing an angry Phil Collins to take over singing duties.

     ANYWAY 'Seconds Out' is a live album release from whenever featuring whatever, as Conrad is not remotely interested in live recordings.  Art!


     As of yesteryon we'd managed to get to the point when the protagonist of the song, Rael, had made an entrance.  Or an emergence, as he's spent the night spraying graffiti on the New York subway system, the cad.

     Ooops.  There may be a problem here.  Art!

<crosses fingers and hopes disguise works>

"And the lamb lies down on Broadway"

     Indeed it does.  We're not told where, and there are 33 miles of Broadway to choose from, so take your best guess.

"The lamb seems right out of place"

     Surely not!  I mean, a random unit of livestock camping out in an urban environment is exactly what you'd expect to see on the streets of the Big Apple, surely?  Or not.  Art!


"Yet the Broadway street scene"

    I've used the illo above for poetic reasons, as the song is set at break of dawn when there are precious few pedestrians about, certainly nothing like as many as shown above.  

"Finds a focus in it's face"

     Art!


     Okay, okay, they have a capitalised 'F' but but but they were also Dutch prog rockers, so that makes it okay.

"Somehow it's lying there"

     'Lying' as in 'Prone' not 'Being deliberately deceitful'.  Just so we're clear.

"Brings a stillness to the air"

     That's Ol' Gabby being all poetic again.  Conrad, flinty-hearted cynic and realist, rather thinks that any stillness in the air is due to the scarcity of traffic, the lack of pedestrians and the anechoic properties of an island being crammed full of skyscrapers.  Also, given that the artwork of Rael shows him bopping about absent a shirt, I suspect that we're talking the balmy climes of summer, when spring or autumnal winds are absent.  Or - I could be overthinking this.  Art!


"Though man-made light"

     <sigh> Ol' Gabby jumping backwards in narration as we are now entering dawn, when man-made light is no longer needed, unless the lyricist wants to make a point.  

"At night is very bright"

     WELL OF COURSE IT IS!  What, you want barely visible illumination that causes eyestrain and the fear of monsters lurking in every shadow?  This is an abstruse narrative, not a horror film.  Art!


"There's no whitewash victim

     Says you.  It rather depends on what colour paint Rael has been generously spraying around, doesn't it?  For all we know he's deliberately obscured other subway graffiti artists in order to promote his own artwork, BY USING WHITEWASH.  Or, perhaps, the New York Transit Authority is getting rid of graffiti by, once again, generously coating it with whitewash.  Imagine that, six hours of careful crafting with a spray gun - all gone in thirty seconds*.

"As the neon's dim to the coat of white"

     What?  Neon displays don't become white in daylight, they retain their original colour, just in a far less intense fashion.  Reality trumps poetics.

"Rael imperial aerosol kid"

     Conrad had a look at the various brands of spray paint, none of which have any kind of 'imperial' name or branding.  'Molotow', 'Valspar' and 'Rust-Oleum' to name a few.  One doubts that Rael, Puerto-Rican street punk, is the heir to any empire of any description.

"Wipes his gun, he's forgotten what he did"

     Hmmmm if he has to wipe his spray gun, it's a fair bet he's been using it to spray paint, nicht wahr? so he's not completely clueless about his night-time activities.  Otherwise, what has he been doing, down in the subway for eight hours?  Art!


     Yeah, if you see Jacob Singer down there give him a 'Hello!' from me.  TLLDOB does mention spiral stairways later on in 'The C

     ANYWAY that's the third verse and I'm going to call a halt at this point or the whole Intro would be TLLDOB.  More to come later.  I bet you can hardly wait.


Thankfully I Have Armoured Underpants

Otherwise the Coincidence Hydra would be gnawing on my nethers.  You ought to recall that I have just begun reading the third volume in 'The Expanse' nonology, 'Abbadon's Gate', which I posted about.

     Art!


     Then this cropped up in my Youtube shorts.  I think it's from a series called 'Supernatural', which for reasons known only to the algorithm, keeps cropping up in the Shorts sections.

     Moving swiftly on -


Cue The Queue

Twitter and Telegram have been a-swill with orcs posting videos of them queuing in a line of static cars for hours, shading into days in a few cases.  Most of those who post are females, as their male equivalents are either dead, exiled or on the front lines elsewhere.  Here's a different view.  Art!

Atamanovka

     This is from the Zabaikalsky Krai in Mordorvia and consists of a queue of static vehicles 4.3 kilometres long.  Art!


     A vlog posted by a driver who got 20 litres of petrol after queuing for 28 (!) hours.  The petrol stations are now gouging motorists by hiking prices to multiple times their prior value, whilst allowing relatives of employees to jump the queues.  This has led to fist- and knife-fights between unhappy orcs.

     Not only that, in order to produce fuel quickly, the refining standards have been 'relaxed', which is Ruffian for 'completely abandoned', so fuel with either x15 times or x50 times the permitted level of sulphur is being sold.  These poor-quality fuels will rapidly destroy engines.  Ooops.  Art!


     The 'Authorities' are now putting up portable toilets to accommodate queueing motorists, which is very thoughtful, but how are they going to be collected for emptying?  Catch 22, 23 and 24.


More Ungentle Shoeing

South Canada currently has an inflation problem.  Art!


     So does Mopey Dick The Orange Land Whale, whom looks especially sweaty, orange and bloated in this recent picture.  As others have observed, he claims to be 230 pounds, but Conrad is prettttty sure he's now the 400-lb gorilla in the room.  Not orang-utan in the room, please, as the orang-utan is a sombre, reflective and intelligent creature.  Art!


     View from the side.  He looks as if he's had a 'Brazilian Butt Lift' using a pair of dustbin lids.  


Yet More Ungentle Shoeing

Peter The Average put out a short video clip of him meeting with Gerasimov, 'somewhere near the front lines', which is patently filmed in a studio attached to his bunker.  Art!

Kopek for your thoughts?

     This is the real Putinpot, not one of his looky-likies, and O my! doesn't he look haggard without flattering lighting, makeup and recent botox injections.  What you might call executive stress.  Not to mention looking utterly miserable.  Yeah, the first 227 weeks of a two-week SMO are always the hardest.  Things in Mordorvia are so visibly bad that he's had to acknowledge fuel shortages, then lying about having 1.7 million tons of fuel in reserve, " - as at this time in 2025'.  Which is a whole other story of misery and malice.


This Lands With Me

Your Humble Scribe recently had to complete 5 training modules that have been outstanding since 2024, thanks to availability as people watch the World Cup instead of being struck with a sudden desire to pester Conrad on the phone.  Art!


     They were full of corporate jargon and buzzwords and incredibly tedious to complete, especially as they usually have a plenary quiz or test at the end that you need to pass to successfully finish the module.  Hence Conrad's writing everything down.  The last one, on Safety, was the most interesting and grim as it dealt with several fatalities occurring thanks to now observing safety rules.  Granted, it is vanishingly unlikely that Conrad will need to open and close 1.5 ton steel roller gates, but better safe than dead.


Finally -

I've now annotated 35 minutes of a 45 minute vlog given by Nick Moran - 'Myths of American Armour' which you WILL be getting the benefit of.  Once again, I bet you can hardly wait.  Art!




*  Tee hee!

Thursday, 2 July 2026

A Look Back In Angry Orchard

Bear With Me, We Zig-Zag A Bit On This One

What or where is 'Angry Orchard'?  O I thought you'd never ask!  Conrad was looking for an urban location in New York that rhymed with or sounded like 'Anger', all the better to subvert the saying 'Don't look back in anger', hence today's title.  Art!

They make cider

     Actually, the orchard being angry fits right in with what comes later in our Intro.  You'll see.

     ANYWAY casting our minds back to November 18th, what happened on this day?  Well, in 1953 the arch-grump Alan Moore was born, kicking and screaming one imagines.  Yes, that Alan Moore, the creative force behind 'The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen' and 'Watchmen', not to mention 'The Ballad Of Halo Jones' and 'Skizz' in '2000AD'.  Art!


     No, I shan't put up an illo of the Cassandra Of Comics, just to spite him.  Ha!

     Interesting enough as this titbit is, it's not what the Intro is about.  

     People who jitterbugged off this mortal coil as of 18th November include the Danish physicist Niels Bohr, and the much less deeply missed Jim Jones, him of the Koolaid meme.

     Whilst either of these might be worth following - well, the former, rather than the bottomhole latter - neither are today's Intro core.

     So, what else happened on 18th November 1974?  Art!


      Obviously - of course! - Genesis released 'The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway', their double-album concept platter, with all lyrics by Peter Gabriel, so blame him if you must apportion blame.  This album is either the zenith or nadir of prog rock, depending on how you look at it, and must surely have given a few punk rock incipients food for thought.

     Going off on a tangent for a moment, you ought to remember that, every so often, BOOJUM! does an hilarious HILARIOUS I TELL YOU 'musical critique' where we look at the lyrics to a song and mercilessly deconstruct and analyse them.  'Hips Don't Lie' might fall under this rubric at some point but it would need to be the whole blog as it's tremendously long.  Art!

The very, very confusing inner sleeve notes.

     Ol' Gabby seems to have been determined to be as obtuse and oblique with the lyrics as possible, making it very, very difficult to interpret, which is why people are still arguing about them over fifty years later.  O yes they are!

     ANYWAY I wanted to do a critique on the album's very first song, 'The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway'.  Before we do, a little background.  Art!


     That's Broadway in red; it runs the length of Manhattan Island, a total of 33 miles, so there's plenty of room for the lamb to gambol or lie down in.  Broadway and Manhattan are both in New York, hence the Angry Orchard title.  I told you we'd be zig-zagging.

     ANYWAY ANYWAY to the lyrics -

"And the lamb lies down on Broadway"

     I know what you're thinking here, BUT from the following lyrics we discover that the events here are occurring at the crack of dawn, so there is minimal vehicle traffic and precious few pedestrians.  Lamby is reasonably safe, even if a concerned passer-by might call an Animal Control Centre.  Art!


"Early morning Manhattan"

     Told you.

"Ocean winds blow on the land"

     Technically, no.  On Manhattan Island, the prevailing winds blow from the land to sea, thanks to the surrounding waters and the enormous skyscraper geography of the island.  Mark Gabby down one point. 

"The Movie Palace is now undone"

     I think, from a later line, that this means the cinema - possibly the RKO Palace Theatre 1564 Broadway - has finished it's showing pictures long past midnight.  Art!


                       "The all night watchmen have had their fun"

     I've read responses from people doing overnight security work.  It's the most boring, tedious job imaginable.  No fun involved.  Ol' Gabby has to be propounding a sense of irony here.

"Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show"

     Back to the cinema.  If you're poverty-stricken, buying a cinema ticket for shows that don't finish until the small hours of the morning is a lot cheaper than a hotel, although this is usually safer if done in pairs, as one can keep watch for the wierdoes into Seventies Italian zombie-slasher trilogies.  Art!


"It's the same old ending, got to go"

    Being ambiguous about both the films and our overnight sleepers having to leave when the cinema closes.  So far it's not very mystifying, is it?  Be patient.

"Get out!"

     The heartfelt plea from the cinema staff, who by 02:30 in the morning just want to go home.

"It seems they cannot leave their dream"

     Another reference to those cinemaphiles dozing off in the upper stalls, surviving on a diet of stale popcorn and desiccated hotdogs.  In fact, thinking about this line, the rest of TLLDOB might merely be one of these people recalling their dream for the rest of the album.  Hmmm.  Food for thought.  "They woke up and it was all a dream ..."

"There's something moving in the sidewalk steam"

     Ah, that classic NY screen shot!  Art?


     Whatever might have been moving mysteriously in the miasmic mist of morning is never mentioned again.  Talk about an anti-climax!

     We now move into Verse 2.

"Night-time's flyers feel their pain"

     No idea whom these chronic sufferers are, except they fly by night.  Passengers on a red-eye flight into JFK?

"Drugstore takes down the chains"

     Quite prosaic - the chains that kept said shop secure overnight, because there's no telling what those triple-feature Fulci fans might do after being released from durance cinephile.

"Metal motion comes in bursts"

     Hmmm Ol' Gabby waxing poetic about morning traffic.

"But the gas station can quench that thirst"

     NOT IN MORDORVIA IT CAN'T!

"Suspension cracked on unmade road"

     You're going to get NY citizens erupting in justified fury that their city's roads and motorways are not being kept up to spec, because what else do they pay their taxes for?

"The trucker's eyes read "Overload""

     THIS is why This Sceptred Ise insisted on the use of tachographs in the cabs of 18-wheelers, to prevent dangerously over-tired drivers nursing 30 tons of cargo and leaden eyelids.  Art!

Tachograph, Seventies iteration

"And out of the subway"

     NOT THE SANDWICH FRANCHISE!  Which did not exist in 1974 <checks> actually it did, having begun in 1965 BUT STILL! No, we are talking the underground railway system that underlies and underpins New York.

"Rael imperial aerosol kid"

     At last!  Our protagonist arrives, for this is the dude we will accompany for the rest of the albums.  'Rael' is indeed an anagram of 'Real', but it's also one for 'Earl', although I don't think the world was quite ready for a protagonist called Earl.  I could be wrong.  Art?

I was wrong

"Exits into daylight, spraygun hid"

     O my, Rael, have you been using industrial paint sprays in confined spaces with no breathing mask?  For hours on end?  Hmmmmm.  No wonder what follows doesn't make sense, if it's the dream of a cinema slacker about a man off his box on paint fumes.  Plus, he's well aware that he's been committing acts of criminal vandalism on the New York transit system or he wouldn't be hiding his spraygun.  Art!


    Does it need batteries or compressed air to work?


     OKAY!  That's the whole of an entire blog consumed by an Intro.  We've got more verses to cover.  I bet you can hardly wait.