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Tuesday, 26 May 2026

The Curse Of Being Analytical

Is That One Cannot Leave Well Alone

Whereas another person might come across an item, shrug and move on, Your Humble Scribe's mind works a bit differently, since he will focus on said topic, and come back to it until he is satisfied he's squeezed all the lemon juice out of it.  Pretty much the ethos of BOOJUM! in fact.  

     So!  Allow me to begin with a dramatic illo from the nation state of Slovenia, the northernmost of the regions that used to constitute Yugoslavia.  This came from a Google question about which castle is the most unique in Europe, and i have to confess I took the bait and Googled.  Behold the utilisation of natural features, which we will come back to.  Art!


     This is, as you may have guessed, a castle; Predjama Castle, unique in that it was constructed in the mouth of a cave system.  This allowed the owner, one Erazem of Predjema, to sneak out and raid the local lands via secret tunnels inside the mountain.  More particularly, when the Hapsburgs laid siege to the castle, said vertical tunnels allowed the castle to bring in food and water from outside, mitigating said siege.  Which meant, instead of being over in a couple of weeks, it took over a year.  There is a local legend that Erazem was killed on the toilet when a treacherous minion explained about his routine, allowing the Hapsburgs to commit toilet-targetting and totalling him.

     Which, in turn, implies that the Hapsburgs were not carrying out military operations elsewhere thanks to having to focus on a long, debilitating siege.  There's a thesis to be written on what else the Hapsburgs might have been doing to their advantage in 1484 were they not tied up in said siege.  Art!


     ANYWAY I want to bring up a picture used as a standby on my work laptop.  Art!


     Wherever this is, it's most certainly not in This Sceptred Isle as our waters tend to a muddy, opaque grey-green grottiness.

     Conrad was intrigued.  What are we being shown here?  Well, nothing definitive showed on screen, until, after several iterations, the legend 'Porto Flavia' came up at top starboard.  Art!


     What are we looking at here?  Art!


     This is manifestly architecture carved into a cliff face.  To what end?  Unlike Prejdama, it does not seem to have any defensive utility.  Is it a domestic residence?  Because if so it must have been tunnelled into from behind in the cliff face.  Then again, why have a sea-front property with no harbour, port, dock, pier or jetty?  The only way from sea-level to that balcony is up a barely-there vertical path that ends in a blank wall.  You might as well not bother.

     Very mysterious!  Art?

     


     Conrad began digging.

     Firstly, what we're looking at here is an Italian geology site from a century ago: Porto Flavia, based on the island of Sardinia.  A century ago the Italians had decided that they were going to exploit the mineral resources of this island, and they appointed a most adept engineer to design their means unto: Cesare Vecilli.  Art!


     The first schematic above shows how the internal site was constructed; chambers, galleries ad shafts all excavated by hand, from the seaward side rather then inland, creating huge vertical shutes that dropped raw mineral into the tunnel to carry ore outwards, with various powered small-gauge trains doing the haulage.  You can then see that the gantry to load ships was retractable, which is why it doesn't show in the original Flavia picture I posted, and which threw me out.  No need for jetties or piers if your load comes in overhead whilst you sit in the channel.  Why it was a retractable arm instead of a permanent one I have no  idea, as the former seems more complex to construct.  Art!


     What you've got here is the internal railway that moved stuff, and the dimensions of the tunnels involved, unfortunately without puny Hom. Sap. for scale.  Vecilli named the mine after his daughter, showing what a whimsical old git he was.  The ability to drop directly mined minerals onto the transportation level and thence to ships waiting to load cut production time by 70% and I'd like to think Cesare got both recognition and recompense but by the time his system was in operation Mussolini was in power and it may not have happened.


A Little Ungentle Shoeing

Word has it that Pumpkinhead has been sent to Walter Reed Memorial Hospital for the third time in a year, because - he's so incredibly healthy?  They worry he's going to drop dead in front of the press conference cameras?  Fall asleep?  Go on about his Missile Control Centre Strategic Disco Defence Ballroom?

     Allow me to base you with another awful, awful photo of him.  Art!


     He looks as if a Donold Trump mask has been stapled to a hog's head, and the hog is being pursued with a cattle-prod.  Which is an Olympic sport in some countries.  

     Don't forget, pilgrims, reading this blog will automatically disqualify you from entering South Canada if ICE review your past 5 years of social media!  Heck, 1 year of reading BOOJUM! would do it, or even a couple of months since we started featuring awful pictures of Fat Caligula.

     More seriously about the last item, I confidentially predict that there will be numerous EU members refused entry to South Canada thanks to their descriptions of King Piggy on social media.  Lawsuits ahoy!  Art?


     From when he looked healthy.  Well - healthier.  Okay, okay. at least not dead.  Art!


Delver Your Milk, Lady?

One of the things that has come out of recent Ruffian bombardment of Ukrainian civilian settlements is that the Ukrainians ,bless them, are willing to carry on continuously with their everyday life.  Art!


     These are Ukrainians queueing up for coffee at a shop that has been blammed by a Ruffian missile, despite the windows being put in and there being plaster across the floor.  Art!!

Indomitable milkman

     From 86 years ago and not on the Continent but with the same DEFY ENEMY fault vibes.  I seem to remember that the dictator responsible for the above did not come to a happy end.

     Just to be clear, this is from the days when milk in bottles was delivered daily to one's doorstep.

     O and about Putin's favourite cudgel, the 'Oreshnik' missile that the vatniks salivate about.  In reality it's a cobbled-together Frankenstein monster that Mordorvia can only produce in ridiculously limited quantities, something like three per year.  The older models cost $30 million apiece, the current ones $150 million, and they have a 50% failure rate.  Art!


     This one destroyed 3 garages.  You can do the mathematics yourself; $10 million to destroy a garage is a pretty poor return on investment.

     In reality it's even more embarrassing, as the second Oreshmik the orcs launched ended up hitting their own occupied area, meaning it's now forbidden to ever mention it was launched in the first place.  Remember, 50% failure rate.


Back To 'Charley's War'

This is the first trade-paperback volume of the collected works from Pat Mills and Joe Colquhoun, which I bought at BOVINGTON TANK MUSEUM in September last year.  Eight months ago and I still have finished Volume 1 <hangs head in shame> BUT I have been putting in more reading of late and am now near the end of Vol. 1, hoorah!

     So I thouoght I'd share some of the artwork.  Art!


     Charley is struggling out  of a partially collapsed dugout, carrying a Lewis gun and intent on inflicting misfortune on the Teutons.  Allow me to draw your attention to an item near his forearm.  Art!


     A well-observed detail.  What Pat and Joe depict here is a tin of 'Whistler's Jam', which was so ubiquitous there was even a doggerel poem about it.  Art!

The original article

     The artwork of Joe is beyond reproach, but Pat buys into too many stereotypes to be without criticism.  We will absolutely be covering this in later blogs!  I bet you can hardly wait. 


Finally -

Another bit of QI Banter.

"Statistics are like bikinis.  What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital."  Aaron Levenstein.

 





Monday, 25 May 2026

Aqua Scutum!

No I Don't Mean The Clothing Brand

If I did it would have been a single word.  No, what I refer to today is things being proofed against water, as 'Aqua' is Latin <hack spit> for 'Water' and 'Scutum' is Latin <spit hack> for 'Shield'.  Art!


     Enjoy this depiction of aqua scutum, it being a nuclear-powered atomic umbrella.

     SO, in days of old, when knights were bold, and monkeys chewed tobacco, nobody had heard of the spaceship 'Sulaco'.  They were quite adept at rendering clothing waterproof, on the other hand, because The Allotment Of Eden is gifted with frequent downpours throughout the year.  Anyone who had to work outside, or sailors, required waterproofs, which were fabrics such as linen or wool, treated with melted beeswax or lanolin oil.  Art!


     ART!


     That's better.  

     What else needs occasional waterproofing?

     Exactly!  Tanks!  How clever of you to guess right away.  Yes indeedy.  I am going to poach a picture I created a couple of weeks ago, because I can.  Art!


     These are still from a film clip.  The vehicle you see here is the Tiger I, a barely mobile metal mastodon that weighed 57 tons and was thus far too heavy to cross most European bridges.  The solution?  Issue the first 495 with a waterproofing 'wading' kit that, when applied, allowed it to cross rivers up to 13 PROUD IMPERIAL FEET deep.  Sounds groovy, right?

     Not so fast!  All the hatches, vision ports and engine louvres needed to be sealed, with a large inflatable rubber tube proofing the turret ring, as well as the erection of an 8 foot snorkel tube over the commander's cupola to allow for the ingress of air.  Art!


     Such a process took 30 minutes to manage, and used lots of rubber, of which the Teutons were desperately short, so they did away with the kit in mid-1943, after which they could only ford bodies of water up to 6 1/2 feet.  My guess is that Naughty Hans* was sent to walk across the river bed and if it didn't go over his head, they followed him with the tank.  Art!


     I've put up this illo as the one to port incorrectly shows what might be a Comet, not a Churchill, and the starboard illo is of a Churchill, but the wrong kind as it's an AVRE model - Armoured Vehicle Royal Engineers.  Art!


     A Mk VII, the type that Foley commanded a troop of.  Actually, looking closer, this one has a flame-gun in the hull, instead of the usual machine gun.  ANYWAY AGAIN from this picture you can appreciate all the hatches there were on such a vehicle.  Foley's crew had to waterproof the tank prior to D-Day, which they did by laying explosive 'det cord' underneath the waterproof sealant around the turret and hatches.  The cord was wired to an ignition switch in the hull front.  

     Enter Young Matey, a replacement crew member, who was being shown the interior of the tank a couple of days later.

     "What does this switch do?" he asked, idly flipping it.

     BANG!

     All the waterproofing was blasted away.  The crew had very harsh things to say to and about Young Matey.  Art!


     I simply cannot find any photos of waterproofed Mk VIIs, so here's a side shot showing even more hatches.

     When the crew returned to their tank in the morning, they found a dirty and exhausted Young Matey, who had stayed up all night re-applying the waterproofing.  Bless the lad.  Art!


     Back to Ol' Angelo, and one of the more obscure factors that prevented extensive training was - you may be ahead of me here - waterproofing.  The 21st Army Group planners were a bunch of nitwits about this, insisting that all vehicles landing up to D+42 - six weeks after D-Day - be waterproofed, in the fond illusion that they'd be wading through surf to reach the beach.  Art!


     That's one of the 'Mulberry' harbours in operation after one week.  

     Why was this an issue?  O I thought you'd never ask!  Because the process for 4th Canuckistanian Armoured Division began at the start of May 1944, to get every vehicle done in time for their deployment soon after the invasion.  Art!

A waterproofed Sherman

     A waterproofed vehicle had severe restrictions on how far it could move once the waterproofing began, and it wasn't allowed to move at all once the process was complete.  Consequently, as May wore on, less and less vehicles were available for training.  In reality the arrival of 4th Armoured in France was delayed for weeks, meaning the waterproofing had started to dry out, so it was reapplied when it ought to have been completely ignored.  When the division did arrive in France it went in 'dry', meaning all the effort put into waterproofing was i) completely wasted and ii) prevented training from the start of May.

     There you go, something to chew on.


The Haul

One of the reasons I sorted out my cupboard space yesteryon was to try and locate any remaining packets of loose-leaf Darjeeling, hereafter LOLD.  Art!

Before

     I did discover a couple of things a bit out of date.  Art!


     Three years out of date is practically in date, right?  Art!



     Note the absence of any LOLD.  I did, mind, rediscover where I'd put my Margaret's Hope First Flush Darjeeling, the horribly expensive stuff I got me as a Christmas present. 

     So, first thing today was a trip into Babylon Lite and Sainsbos, for all the LOLD they had.  Art!


     Yes, eight packets of it for a total of £17.60.  There was a ninth packet on the shelf but it was right up against the rear wall and I couldn't reach it.  One wonders what the staff responsible for restocking shelves think when they see someone has emptied out all the LOLD packets.  'O that bloke who looks like John Bolton has been in again.'

     Supplies of LOLD secured for several months to come!


The Algorithm Has Gone All Donold Judas Trump

This one keeps coming up on my Youtube channel and I've no idea why.  Art!


     What on earth?  Is the algorithm confusing me with a farmer?  Have I ever posted or boasted about owning chickens?  I like scrambled egg but not enough to resort to owning chickens in order to guarantee egg supplies.  Dear Youtube algorithm, I do not own a single chicken, never mind a whole flock that would necessitate purposed accommodation for them.

     Bah!


Just At Random

Have a nuclear-powered atomic sausage.  Art!


     Probably unwise to eat it.


Jake Abroed

NO!  That is not a spelling mistake, it's an hilarious pun I tell you.  Laugh or it's the Remote Nuclear Detonator, no mucking around with the Remote Nuclear Tormentor.

     If you've been reading BOOJUM! for any length of time then you'll be familiar with the name 'Jake Broe', whom is a Youtube vlogger and who's been covering the war in Ukraine since day one.  He has gradually acquired a very large audience, thanks to his consistently excellent analysis and coverage.  Normally he puts out a vlog every other day.

     But not this week.  For why?  Because he's taking his first holiday in 7 years, and is going to South Korea.  He taught English there for 6 years, before joining the South Canadian Air Force.  He posted a short vlog with no commentary.  Art!

This really is letting the pictures tell the story

Book porn

    Not sure how you'd reach the upper shelves.  Library book-carrying drone?

      In the meantime I shall make do by watching more 'Professor Gerdes Explains", whom is another Youtube vlogger who posts at least once daily, in lengths of 15 minutes at most.  In the case of both himself and Jake it's highly amusing to see them trying to pronounce the names of Ukrainian towns and villages.


Finally -

Going out with more QI Banter - 

"A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty" - Rudyard Kipling




*  Caught swigging the mess brandy without a chit

Grin And BEARRS It

Here, Only The Lawyers Win

I'm going to detail another instance from 'Be Amazed''s Youtube channel 'Most Expensive Mistakes In All History' and at first was concerned that it might not hit a high enough word count to reach Intro status.  Not to worry, I've got a page of A4 notes to work from.  Art!


I present you, gentle reader, with the henge of Mor Hin Khao at Chaiyaphum, making it one of Thailand's Stonehenges.  For we will be dealing with Thailand and another variety of henge.

     First, a bit of background.  BA is rather coy about attributing what follows to corruption, but I'm not.  The Thai government of Prime Minister Chatichai Choonhavan in the early Nineties was very, very dirty.  Their Cabinet was openly used to enrich members and their business pals, usually on infrastructure projects; stick a pin in that, we'll be coming back to it.  Art!

Ol' Choony

     Things got so bad that the army mounted a coup, absent bloodshed, in 1991, and took over.  Only, they were quite as corrupt as the people they ousted, and the Thai population eventually got so fed up they revolted in 1992.  This resulted in the creation of a new Constitution in 1997.
     Back to BA.  In 1990 the State Railway of Thailand drew up a contract with a Hong Kong company, Hopewell Holdings, to construct 37 PROUD IMPERIAL MILES of elevated mass-transit railway, named for the purposes of this Intro as the 'Bangkok ElevAted Road & Rail System', hence BEARRS.  It was to link the international airport at Don Mueang to Bangkok city centre, and to reduce the horrendous traffic congestion in the capital.  Art!

Total gridluck, which is like gridlock but worse

     Projected cost was $3.2 billion, and Hopewell actually had a background in infrastructure construction, and I know this because I went and checked.

     HOWEVER at the time of signing, there had been no feasibility study done for the project, nor a timeline.  Remember what I said about corruption?  Someone was getting a whacking big backhander from this and a feasibility study that quashed the construction would mean no embezzlement or bribe money.  Art!


     Problem number one was legal.  Ownership of land along the projected route had not been determined before approval, and determining who owned what proved to be incredibly time-consuming.

     Problem number two was political.  As Cabinet members were changed, they shut BEARRS down as being a bottomless money pit, only for a new arrival to start it back up again as an essential infrastructure commitment.  This happened several times and played merry hob with the timetable.  The first stage was supposed to open in 1995, five years after construction began, with the rest opening by 1999.  

     'Twas not to be.  Asia was hit with a severe financial recession in 1997 and all work on BEARRS was completely halted.  Ooops.  Art!


     After 7 years, only 13% of the work had been completed, meaning at that rate it would take 55 years to complete.  State Railway of Thailand voted to terminate the project in 1998 as Hopeless Holdings had no chance of completing it in a reasonable timeline.

     Inevitably, with huge sums of money at stake, both sides blamed each other.  Both sides wanted compensation, Hopeless on grounds that the government had failed to acquire land with any speed or urgency, SROT allegedly asserting that HH had mismanaged funds and run out of money.

     The lawyers on both sides rubbed their hands with glee.

     By 2010 (!) HH wanted $1 billion for the wrongful termination of their contract, and SROT wanted $6 billion in lost business and damages.  Art!

The lawyers

     By 2023 (!!) the Thai courts ruled that HH's case was valid - BA gets it completely wrong here stating that they weren't successful - and they would  receive compensation,  No incurred costs were published at the time, so I did a bit of digging and SROT were out of pocket to the tune of $800 million, which is why they were looking for a x5 payoff.  They had to pay this sum to HH, whom, however - a word that keeps popping up here - had gone through $640 million of their own capital on BEARRS.

     What remained were over 1,000 concrete pillars, ironically dubbed 'Thailand's Stonehenge.  Art!


     Most were demolished in a scheme that cost another $6 million, though a few remain if you ever visit Bangkok and feel mischievous, alongside the Vibhavadi road.

     To contrast BEARRS with a successful elevated railway scheme, the BTS Skytrain was begun in 1996, long after the years of corruption, and was finished in 1999.  It was built by both Siemens and Italian Thai Development and cost $1.4 billion, spanning 70 kilometres.  So, longer than BEARRS and delivered at half the cost.  Something of a victim of it's own success, it has seen up to 760,000 passengers being carried daily <lawyers look verrrry disappointed at this>.  Art!

BTS Skytrain doing the train thing

     But the lawyers went away happy and well-paid, which is what really matters.  Right?


Now, a short intermission as I go to sort out laundry.  BRB!


More Gentle Shoeing

Hmmm, maybe not so gentle.  Alright, downright vindictive.  Yes, time for another embarrassing photo of Donnie Dorko, this time as a contrast in colour tones rather than being bloated like a flesh blimp.  Art!


     I love the contrast between his sepia-toned face and his bright pink ears, and note that his Hair Helmet appears to be failing to maintain sufficient contact to prevent him looking bald.

     Long after the event, I recall seeing one of these terrible photos on Twitter, and a Comment "He's 79'.  I should have countered 'Is that his IQ or his weight in stone?' but I have it in reserve for the future.


Necessity Is Both Mother And Father Of Invention

Especially when you add a bit of Kozaky ingenuity and innovation into the mix.  Art!


     I would say 'Game Enhancer' rather than 'Changer'.  The tests have shown that a Hornet drone taken to 8,000 metres height can be released and glide for 400 kilometres, rather than the normal 200 klicks.  This would increase the list of targets inside Mordorvia even further, and decrease the effectiveness of orc electronic warfare along the contact line, as well as warning time.  Why so?  Because coming in at a 45º angle means the orcs below don't get warning until the last minute.

     The downside is that balloons are non-steerable, so you'd need to wait for a favourable wind.  Conrad unsure how the weather works on the borders of Ukraine.  Art!


Courtesy  'Dronebomber.  Fill in your own wind patterns.  Blue tracks are jet-powered so deffo not directed by wind.  Just so we're clear.

Updated to add: 340 'Ukrainian Angry Birds' flying tonight.  Mordorvia sowing the wind and reaping the hurricane.  Bomber Harris and the Second Unpleasantness comes to mind.


"21 Days In Normandy" by Angelo Caravagio

Further into Ol' Ang's very detailed account of the 4th Canuckistanian Armoured Division pre-D Day, and how circumstances worked to seriously diminish the division's ability to train as a single entity.  Art!


     This is Mackenzie King, quite possibly the only person bar Mackenzie Crook to have that first name, and he was Prime Minister of Canuckistan during the Second Unpleasantness.  The reason he's here is because when he came to GREAT BRITAIN (ha, take that, Lavrov!), the whole of 4th Armoured Division had to stop what they were doing and parade for him, a process that ate up 4 days that could otherwise have been used for training.  Art!


     This is the Canuckistanian 'Ram' tank, one made by taking the hull of a Lee, changing the superstructure and adding a new turret, to the tune of 3,000 of them.  All the Canuckistanian armoured divisions were equipped with these until early in 1944, when they began to be replaced, slowly, by Sherman tanks.  This meant some brigades didn't get Shermans until May, meaning that much less time to train on them.  The Lee hull did have a certain degree of commonality with the Sherman, but they were not the same.


Finally -

Supplies of loose-leaf Darjeeling are running dangerously low.  A visit to Sainsbo's in Babylon Lite beckons.