Miniature Flying Mallets

One Of Conrad's Less Than Precise Phrases

Concerning the Lancasters and Stirlings of the Brylcreem Boys during the Second Unpleasantness, is to refer to them as 'Giant Flying Mallets', in terms of what damage they inflicted upon the Teutons.  These were very large, four-engined bombers carrying a payload of 6 tons at a minimum.  Art!

      There's one of 617 Squadron's Lancs breaching the Mohne dam.  You have to understand how robust a fe

     ANYWAY let us now dart off at a tangent.  This blog is going to be published Friday but Conrad is typing it up on Wednesday 3rd June, which is significant because it's when Mordorvia holds the 'St Petersbug International Economic Forum', where the orcs lie ceaselessly about how wonderful the economy of Mordor is going and would you like to invest, please?  Art!

     Normally you can guarantee that Bunker Midget Grandad will attend to make a keynote speech, since he gets to show off to an array of international guests, including, quite unremarkably, a South Canadian representative.  You can bet the Trump administration would not only not have boycotted the 1981 Olympics in Moscow over the invasion of Afghanistan, they'd have gladly attended and paid for the whole lot.

     ANYWAY Art!

     Here is Putinpot at the 2025 SPIEF, making a speech someone else wrote for him, as he has not the slightest clue about economics, and thinks you can reduce inflation and interest rates by shouting at them.  You may recall my comments on Twitter about a recent meeting he had with various economic and financial talking heads, complaining about how the macro-economic indicators were not increasing, and yet neither he nor anyone there dared mention the war, which was the herd of elephants in the room.

      I think it's now time to introduce the Miniature Flying Mallets.  Art!

'Dron Bombarduvalnyk' in Ukrainian

     You may be able to tell from the watermark that this map is the work of 'Dronebomber', who posted it on Twitter last night.  Unusually, there are relatively few drones going for Krim, and a heck of a lot heading in the direction of Barad Duh.

     DB always cautions that the numbers - 310 last night - and directions are only approximations, probably with a deliberate degree of ambiguity built in to avoid helping the orcs. 

     Pop quiz, how far is it from the Ukrainian border to St. Petersbug?  

     Quick answer, 850 kilometres to 1,100 kilometres depending on the launch point.  Conrad is unsure about how long the flight time for a Firepoint or Hornet drone is to St. Petersbug but anticipates that a good few of those on DB's map above will be heading there.  

     Why so?  Art!

     This is the skyline of St. Petersbug this morning.  Those drones headed apparently for Barad Duh were, instead, aiming for the second city, where they've hit the oil refinery just outside the suburbs, the Kronstadt naval base and a military plant in Tambov.  Art!

     That's a closer view of the oil terminal being hit, with lots of what the Kozaky call 'Bavovna', and a couple of startled orcs pondering what's going on and why things are exploding.  Art!

     This is one of the rabid rascals responsible for wreaking havoc this morning.  One thing you cannot tell from these illos is that there are no air raid sirens going off in the background, principally because that might alarm those attending the SPIEF.  Never mind the residents, they cant take their own chances.

     Conrad is unsure how much an FP1 drone weighs, and cannot find any details online about it either, meaning that the Kozaky may be keeping that info under wraps.  They can vary the size of warhead used, with a 50 kilo one for maximum range.  Art!

 

     Here's what must be hideously embarrassing for Putinpot: the delegates for SPIEF assembling for the forum under the backdrop of fires and smoke extending to the horizon.  The excuse of a 'technical mishap' tends to crumble under the presence of at least four different columns of 'Bavovna'.

     In fact it's going to be questionable as to whether Charlie Chipmunk Cheeks turns up at all, or merely appears on a monitor, or sends one of his doubles to attend, since there is the possibility of his delicate epidermis being under threat.  Art!

     A light-hearted orc looking horribly amused at the carnage he's supposed to be stopping, gazing out to the fires raging at the oil terminal.  He's a member of a rather laughably titled 'Mobile fire group' tasked with shooting down drones.  Art!

 - except they're not exactly mobile, are they?  Nor are you likely to bring down an FP1 with small arms.  Although there was a lot of small arms fire down at the naval base, they didn't down any drones.
     Predictably, the Kozaky and friends have been gloating non-stop on Twitter all this morning.  We shall see what cope the Ruffians come back with.  

Frank Hampson Did It Better

Shame on you if don't realise that Frank and his studio were the ones responsible for creating and illustrating 'Dane Dare'.  They had a certain design of spaceship that was straight out of the Forties and organisation borrowed from the RAF of the Second Unpleasantness.  Art!

     These rocketships plainly launch from an upright position, to which they are raised from horizontal, as seen in the example lying prone at starboard.     Why am I referencing all this?  O I thought you'd never ask!  Art?

     You can see the DNA from Frank in the lines of SpaceX, which is good, as SpaceX is a real spaceship and Frank's only came from his imagination.  

     Despite Conrad re-reading "The Expanse" do not be confused about the 'Torch' because it's not a fusion one.  

Revisiting 'Charley's War'

Charley's company has been forced back from their front-line trenches and are having to improvise a hasty line, digging connecting trenches between craters and putting up barbed wire in front of them.  Art!

 

     That's the wiring party carrying and unspooling barbed wire from the drum of it they hold between them on a bit of pipe.  They're a bit close to the impromptu trench line.  Art!

     Here's a chap malleting a screw piquet into the ground once the wire has been attached.  They were designed to have any long, thin, flat object put through the circular top so they could be silently screwed into the ground, but in this instance speed is of considerably more importance than stealth.

     In reality it was the Teutons who had to resort to joined-up shell craters by the end of the Somme campaign, when underground concrete bunkers with beds and electricity were but a distant memory.

Today Is Day Seven Of The Orange Landwhale's Absence

People on Twitter (ha! take that Elong Tusk!) have been pointing out that Donnie Dorko hasn't appeared in public for seven days now, ever since he came back from Walter Reed Hospital.  The White House hasn't bothered to comment, but when this happened last year people were speculating that he was dead.

     'How can you tell?' is my horrid response.

     He proved to be alive, and there was never any explanation of his absence, which is strange for a man who lives to be the centre of attention.  Informed opinion had it that he'd suffered a stroke.  One wonders what excuses will be dreamed up this time?  Art!

     Wow, looks like the lights are on but nobody's home in the case of Pumpkinhead.

More Of Molasses

Technically, of treacle, as I recalled the title of one of the 'Uncle' novels, which was 'Uncle and the Treacle Trouble'.  Alas, I cannot recall more than the title, as I must have last read it about 55 years ago.  I wonder if we prod Art hard enough he'll come up with the goods?

     That's Uncle in his purple dressing gown, and the Old Monkey, and Beaver Hateman hurling copious amounts of sticky goo at our hero.

     The plot?  I'm so glad you asked!

"The story involves the Badfort crowd's attempt to sabotage a mural commissioned by the King of the Badgers, which leads to Uncle being trapped in a cinema with a hidden iron cage, from which he is rescued by his allies."

     Makes perfect sense to me.

Finally -

I keep forgetting we have frozen spiced edamame beans in the freezer.  Perhaps if I write it down my calcified brain cells will remember.

Considering That I Am Re-reading 'The Expanse' -

If I Were To Say 'P.D.C.'

You might think I was referring to one of the in-story acronyms that James A. Corey had dreamed up for a particular weapons system - the 'Point Defence Cannon', which is a swivel-mounted ultra-rapid fire 20 mm cannon, slaved to radar that allows it to track incoming missiles and engage at relatively short range - the point defence of it's title.  Art!

     These things are essential to deal with any missiles that get past your interceptor missiles.

     ANYWAY no, today's Intro has nothing to do with light torpedo bombers or enmity 'twixt Earth, Mars and Belters, and rather more to do with what I shall call 'molasses', since we're dealing with South Canada not This Sceptred Isle.

     This is another story I picked up from 'Be Amazed', and I've had to correct a few errors that crept into the 'When Engineers Get It Incredibly Wrong' montage, because Conrad likes to do a bit of digging.  Art!

     That, gentle reader, is a molasses tanker, for indeed there were such things.  Molasses, for your information, are one of the by-products of sugarcane refining, and were used by South Canadians up to the end of the First Unpleasantness in preference to the much more expensive refined white sugar.  Art!

     Their other major use was being fermented to create ethanol, which was produced on an industrial scale, especially during the First Unpleasantness, where they were used to produce explosives.   Not so sweet, hmmm?

     Enter the 'Purity Distilling Company', who constructed a distilling plant in Boston, which was supplied by molasses piped from a huge storage tank at the harbourside, constructed in 1915.  Ships like the one above would dock and unload their molasses cargo directly into the storage tank.  Art!

The distillery, courtesy BA

The Commercial Street tank, again courtesy BA

     The bit about 'engineers' getting it wrong is another misnomer, because the design and installation of the tank was carried out by the company's Treasurer, Arthur Gell, who had exactly 0% experience of engineering or construction.  However - a word you surely knew was coming - he was a lot cheaper than hiring professionals who knew what they were doing, and he could be guaranteed to adhere to Management Principle Number One: Do it as cheaply as possible.  He ignored evidence of strain to the structure, which was known to groan and creak when being loaded with molasses.  Nor did he bother to fill the tank with water once completed to check for leaks.  Art!

     Meet Mister Ronald Mayville, senior engineer of contemporary engineering company Simpson, Gomperts and Heger.  He did a critical study of the Commercial Street tank and found it to have been shoddily constructed, using only half the steel in the walls that ought to have been an absolute minimum.  Many of the rivets used were defective, meaning that the tank leaked from day one.  So much so that local children would gather round and make themselves sick by gorging on leaking molasses, whilst their parents would scrape it off to use as a sweetener.

     Did P.D.C. try to remedy or mitigate this cowboy build?  NO THEY DID NOT!  Instead they painted the exterior of the tank with molasses-coloured paint, to disguise the leaks.  Remember, Management Principle Number One.

     You may guess where this is leading, that being nowhere nice, and you're entirely correct.

     On the 15th of January 1919 the tank collapsed with an enormous roar, rivets being thrown around like bullets, and a tidal wave of molasses flooded the Boston  harbourfront.  Art!

     Here is one of the most widely reproduced photos of the aftermath as cleaning up took place.  Art!

     The sad remnants of the Commercial Street tank.  When it collapsed, it released 2 million gallons, or over thirteen thousand tons, of molasses, which had heated up within the tanks.  The tidal wave was 25 feet high and travelled at 35 miles per hour.  You may be smiling at the thought of a deluge of treacle; please don't, it killed 21 people and injured another 150.  Once it had travelled and lost heat, it became increasingly viscous and impossible to escape from once trapped in it.
     PDC immediately tried to wriggle out of being held responsible, claiming that anarchists had blown up the tank because - er - because - they were so anarchical and molasses was part of the military-industrial complex.

     It took 6 years of investigation until they were found guilty and responsible, having to fork out $628,000 in damages ($11 million in today's money).  Art!

     What caused it?  Well, thanks to Ronald Mayville we know that a fatigue crack in the metal next to a manhole cover promulgated suddenly and rapidly.  The last load of molasses from Puerto Rico was delivered at 4º C, considerably warmer than the ambient sub-zero temperature of Boston in winter, and it may well have caused a fermentation surge, causing the stress fracture mentioned above.

     There was also the looming prospect of Prohibition on the horizon, which may well have impelled PDC to cut even more corners than usual, in order to get their product out before it got banned.
     You now have a rather ghoulish counter to anyone using the phrase 'Slow as molasses'.

     

'Not Dead, Merely Sleeping'

This is a phrase you occasionally see on gravestones as an epitaph, taken from Luke 8:52, leading to all kinds of theological explanations, which we will instantly avoid.  Instead, we move from the sublime to the grotesque.  Art!

     Note Rubio 'Sixty pieces of silver*' casting a discreet eye to his port, clearly aware that Donnie 'Nodfather' Dorko is no longer conscious. Smeggy Heggy, sitting alongside his bloated orange master, is looking determined to straight ahead.

     Conrad, being ghoulish, rather wonders how they can tell when Don Snoreleone is actually dead, because his eyes are closed so often, and none of them dare shake him awake.  Also, he constantly emits a foul odour, the souce of which we shall avoid even thinking about, so the question must be, how will they tell?  Possibly when the flies arrive.

What Was I Thinking?

As you should surely know by now, Your Humble Scribe keeps a Word document open with interesting photographs and text extracts deposited there for later use.  Problem is, thanks to old age and gin, I fail to annotate pictures about why I have them bookmarked.  Thus - Art!

     The Who, at the height of their powers and when Moon and Entwistle were still alive, so before 1978.  If there was a legend with the photo I didn't copy it over.  Interesting in it's own right.  Hang on -

      Ah!  I did a bit of digging.  Art!

     We are all better-informed than we were five minutes ago, and you're welcome.

Here's Another One I Can Only Apologise For

Once again, this illo is a victim of Conrad getting a snip of the picture and not including the blurb below it on my news feed.  Art!

     If I recall despite gin and old age, the blurb was something along the lines of 'They didn't use it for long'.  Well, if it was Factbytes getting it wrong again that wouldn't surprise me.  This is the Roman 'Semovente L40 da 47' assault gun, and it was in use from 1942 to 1945.  Technically and tactically it was to accompany the Bersaglieri in infantry assaults, providing mobile fire support with it's 47 mm gun.  It was based on the hull of the L6 light tank, which was frankly outclassed by everything else on the battlefield.  Art!

     So they built 400 of the L40.47, making a quite decent assault gun from a pretty weedy AFV.

     There, I think I've covered my bases well enough for one item.

Progress Report

Getting along with the Marvel metre-long jigsaw.  Got nearly all of The Hulk in there.  Art!

      All those bits on the outside are bits that might belong to Hawkeye.  We'll see.

Finally -

Forgot to mention that I'm going dry, potentially until September, with only my birthday the possible exception.  Gallons of tea ahoy!

*  He held out for twice what Judas got.  What a negotiator!

Very Hot Rails To Hell

Yes, I'm Spoofing A Blue Oyster Cult Title

Sue me if you like, it's not as if you're paying to read this scrivel, is it?  Besides, it absolutely fits with what today's Intro is about, in an item I cribbed from 'Be Amazed's Youtube channel 'When Engineers Get It Incredibly Wrong', as well as doing a bit of digging on my own part.  Art!

The Great Black Swamp Monster

     Forgive me for being over-dramatic, I wanted something with a little more vim than a photograph of  a swamp.  The Great Black Swamp, in fact.  It was a wetland expanse of 1,500 square miles, taking in Ohio, Michigan and Indiana, almost impossible to cross and home to millions of mosquitoes.  Art!

     Putting King Piggy to shame, in the late 19th century the South Canadians successfully drained the swamp, thus creating fertile arable land for agriculture.

     What else did they have lots of in the late 19th century?  Railways, of course - obviously! - and what do railroad makers like best?  Nice flat land that they don't have to tunnel or embank through.

     Thus was born the Maumee and Western Railroad, which stretched from Ohio to Cecil, and here is where we meet up with BA.  Art!

     A helpful illo of the route.  Art!

     No, this is not Photoshopped.  Yes, that is a real railway line.  The freight train is going dead slow, and the wagons behind it bounce and judder as they cross these grossly deformed tracks.  If traversed at a walking pace it's possible to cross the rails without getting - you may be ahead of me here - derailed.

     What has caused this?  Well, BA focuses on merely one aspect of the line's deformation, stating that a normally-constructed railroad ensures that rails are pre-stressed, meaning that after they expand due to heating, they return to normal with no thermal deformation.

     Cheaply-constructed railways don't bother with pre-stressing, and from the background I have, 'cheap' seems to have defined the M&WR.  Art!

    Non-stressed rails do not revert back to normal after being heated up, leading to gradual deformation, a process dubbed 'spaghettification'.  Somewhat unfairly, BA then shows the famous, or infamous, photo of the Kiwi railway lines that turned into an 'S' shape.  Art!

     They deformed, yes, but only after being hit with a 7.3 Richter magnitude earthquake, which is not the same as being heated up by the sun.

    ANYWAY M&WR had built their line over the drained land of the Great Black Swamp, which was not especially stable and was prone to subsidence.  Sleepers and ballast sank, causing progressive warping and deformation of the rails.  This would have entailed a high budget for maintenance and repair, and guess what?  M&WR decided to be cheap and not bother, consistently avoiding repairs, since trains could still use the line if they went at 3 m.p.h. over the wobbly bits.  If it ain't broke, or not broke much, keep your management bonus by not fixing it.  Art!

     Whilst you might have expected a continuous series of accidents on these tracks with more warp than 'Starry Trex', there were only minor derailments, because, O burning irony! the low speed imposed kept risky high-speed collisions completely out of the picture.

     I think criticising the engineers involved is, again, rather unfair, as the original problems of the underlying terrain were seemingly ignored by management, who wanted to operate as cheaply as possible.  When problems showed up, manglement once more stuck their head in the sand with fingers in both ears going LAH-LAH-LAH.  Art!

     In 2013 it was bought up by Patriot Rail and re-named the 'Napoleon, Defiance and Western Railway' to exorcise the bad reputation of Waumee.  They have since invested heavily in improving and repairing the roller-coaster parts of the line, spending millions of dollars on it.  There are still pockets of bad rails, but it is over 430 days since Patriot had to notify the Federal authorities of any serious incidents.  That's when the engineers get it right when management pays attention to them.  Art!

     Dig all that specialised kit that I bet you never knew existed.  Me neither until about two minutes ago, although I seem to remember that we have covered railway track maintenance before.  Can't hurt to have more of it.

     I love a happy ending.

More Ungentle Shoeing

Please make sure you're not eating or drinking, because once again we have The Werefootball appearing in an hideously unflattering photograph, which he will hate as it disproves all the silly AI images of him looking slim and muscly.  Art!

     For whatever reason, Donnie Dorko cannot understand that his orange face clashes sharply with his pink piggy eyes and his pink piggy ears.  I dare say the make up artists who spray him daily don't dare point out this omission or they'll get fired on the spot and have Big Macs thrown at them.  He does look especially bloated and football-like here, which is most apt given the World Cup.

More Of 'Charley's War'

I still haven't finished 'Volume 1' yet and I bought it nine months ago.  I might have started Volume 2 before the anniversary in September.  ANYWAY Art!

     This is very stirring and dramatic, and it echoes, not the Battle of the Somme in November 1916, but the Battle of Le Cateau, of August 1914.  There, the Royal Artillery learned a very painful lesson about modern artillery, being deployed just behind their infantry, out in the open.  They were consequently to lose 38 guns to Teuton shellfire and advancing infantry, being far too close to the front lines to be able to retreat quickly or without being fired upon.

     Thus, during the Somme, the guns were miles behind the front lines and there was absolutely NO chance of the Teutons making a counter-attack that would penetrate that far, despite Pat being elastic with the truth.  Art!

Joe's inspiration

     The pair of sweating Tommies to starboard were armbands with 'SB' upon them.  At first I thought this meant 'Special Brigade', the Royal Engineers who carried out gas warfare, but no, it means 'Stretcher Bearer', men who carried those too badly wounded to move themselves.  Art!

BOOJUM! Reviews Films

We haven't done this for a while, so I shall explicate again how we do things here on the blog.  First of all, we take the film title entirely at face value, unless we don't, we generalise wildly and if you want a proper film review then you're in entirely the wrong desert.  Go look up Mark Kermode, whom is also a fan of The Comsat Angels.  Art!

'MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE' Due for release later this month, this comes almost 40 years after the original, made when Dolph Lundgren was a star, and which I've only ever seen clips of, as it really didn't interest me.  The universe is also a pretty big place to try and master, matey.  One of my compatriots at the time of the original commented that there are huge battles taking place in the middle of streets full of apartment blocks - but nobody as much as comes to the window to see what's going on.  I shall reserve judgement until 'Robothead' and 'The Critical Drinker' assess.  Art!

'THE SHEEP DETECTIVES' Hey what say what?  I am familiar with the band Pigeon Detectives, did they branch out into films?  The colour palette for the posters seems quite bright and primary, so Conrad guesses this is a comedy?  Did the herd from 'Babe' get a stay of execution and a career change?  Ah yes, described as a 'mystery comedy'.  It is adapted from the novel 'Three Bags Full' in case you were wondering and even if you weren't.

'RIVALS'  Only glimpsed in passing on a bus poster so I couldn't tell anything about it, and assumed it was 'The Rivals' by Richard Sheridan of 1774 vintage.  Art!

     But no, the definite article is missing.  It seems to be a television series about power struggles in the boardroom and similar shizzle.  Cross off my 'To Watch' list.

Barely Bearing It

You'll See What I Mean Eventually

For today's Intro we've going to cover the Special Idiotic Operation, based around 'Professor Gerdes Explains' as Jake Broe is still on holiday, the lazy slacker, as well as input from other sources on Twitter, whom I will credit if I use them.  Art!

     This is Sevastopol in occupied Crimea, which I like to call Krim, as that's the Ukrainian name for it and a touch of verisimilitude, a word that is greedy about the 'i's it has.

     ANYWAY what you're seeing here is a kilometer-long queue of Ruffians, and there will be a petrol station at the head of said line.  I Snipped this clip at 16 seconds in, and the queue was still going by 1:20 when the clip ends.  On Friday motorists were only allowed to purchase 20 litres of petrol - if they could find a petrol station with, you know, petrol - until Saturday, when fuel would only be sold to motorists with special vouchers, and on Sunday the voucher scheme was suspended.  Krim has a fuel crisis.  Art!

Courtesy Jay in Kyiv

     That's the oil storage depot at Feodosia in Krim, with footage from a Firepoint 2 or Hornet playing to port, and an overlay of which tanks were still intact to starboard.  Note past tense, because one of them was hit and still burning two days later.  Art!

Bavovna*!

     What is causing this fuel shortage?  O I thought you'd never ask!  The Prof pointed out that, on Saturday, the Kozaky Hornet and Firepoint medium-range drones destroyed 483 Ruffian transport vehicles and tankers.  This is a record total and one reason why no fuel is getting to Krim, the other being that the RoRo ferries the orcs were using have been drone-damaged and are out of commission, and apparently by law no fuel tank trains are allowed to use the Kerch Bridge, except in an emergency, and rail companies won't send fuel trains anyway because they can't get insured.  It's a perfect storm.  Conrad did speculate that they may try flying fuel in, which is a grossly inefficient method and unlikely to meet more than a fraction of demand.  Besides which, said aircraft would become targets themselves.  Art!

     These are figures for total Ruffian transport vehicles destroyed at peak, and you can see 9 out of the top 10 are from April and May 2026, meaning things are only getting worse for the orcs.  One Ruffian milblogger, 'FigherBomber', citricly criticised the Ruffian logistics, as the tanker drivers are poorly-paid civilians, whom are now refusing to drive what amounts to a 20-ton petrol bomb into the jaws of death.  In fact he was so angry he only remembered to put 'Of course this is all about Laos' at the end of his screed; doing this means the FSB aren't likely to come a-knocking at the door to have a little chat.

      You recall a paragraph above where I talked about attacking planes whilst on runway?  Well, the Kozaky managed just that at the orc's airbase at Taganrog.  Art!

     Here is a Tupolev Tu-142, NATO reporting name 'Bear', so you can see where today's title derives from, before it got all smashed up.  The Kozaky also destroyed another Bear on the tarmac.  These things are assessed at costing $65 million apiece, but this is nominal as they haven't been in production since the Nineties.  Art!

     One of them was a specially-equipped comms airframe - I like using that word to sound like an expert - used to communicate with Ruffian ballistic missile submarines, which they cannot afford to lose, so another Tu-142 is going to have to be adapted, taking it off their strategic bomber fleet total.  I wonder who drew the short straw and had to tell Putinpot the good news?

     There's also the question of how the Kozaky knew those two bombers were sitting on the runway, since it takes about an hour for a drone to reach Taganrog airbase from Ukraine.  Did a little birdy sing?

      On the other foot, or hand, you have the Ruffians launching another wave of drones and missiles at Ukraine: 290 Shahed drones and 6 'Kinzhal'. Kh-101 cruise missiles.  Art!

$10 million per

     5 of the latter were shot down, as well as 284 drones, a 95% interception rate and above the usual 92 - 93% rate.  So the Ruffians launched $5.6 million in drones at a minimum as that's the base rate for the rotary engined version, and $60 million in cruise missiles, and got through with 1 missile and 6 drones, of $10, 06,000 worth of kit.  A return of 1/6th is a pretty poor Return On Investment. 

Another thing I recall the Prof saying that one reason Ukraine will eventually win was that the orcs high command are either unaware or unwilling to admit reality, which is why their planning always goes awry.  There is leaked evidence to prove this.  Art!

     This is 'Deep State's map, which they usually build a 48-hour delay into to avoid tipping off the orcs.  Art!

     Here is what Putinpot's generals are showing him - the red line is where they claim to have advanced to, which is blatantly untrue.  But flattering.

Talking Of That Slacker Jake Broe

Rather than posting 25 or 30 minute vlogs on the Special Idiotic Operation, Jake has been posting video shorts on Youtube of him enjoying his first holiday in 8 years in Sorkland.  South Korea, if we're being formal.  He was challenged by one of his subscribers to find a bagel shop in Seoul, and -

     He found one!

     Also, that's a verrrry cool t-shirt.

More Ungentle Shoeing

I have a new photograph of King Piggy looking awful that I dearly want to share with you, it's definitely a new one.  Art!

     Once again we see DJ Tango falling asleep during an official meeting because it wasn't all about him, so he's bored, and also he was up until  03:45 posting on Truth Social.  He doesn't look very good for someone supposedly 'aging in reverse', does he? and more as if he's stroking out.  Remember, this is after half an hour of fake tan application and ninety minutes to array his Hair Helmet.  Art!

     Here is Weekend Trump, not bothering with the makeup or Hair Helmet and boy does it show his swollen bloated jowly face as it really is.  Sorry if you were eating.

The Algorithm Is Going Potty Again

The news feed algorithm, that is, I don't bother wondering if the Blogger traffic stats are real or coming out of la-la land.  Art!

     I'm not going to add the blurb that came with this item, as I'm horrid that way.  Just guess what you think it is.  I'll wait.

     If it were me having to guess, I'd go for aerials as on Thunderbird 5.  Art!

     Now, I shall reveal what it is.  Art!

     So - it's a golf club.

     WHEN HAVE I EVER EXPRESSED THE SLIGHTES SMIDGEON OF INTEREST IN GOLF AND GOLFING?!

     The only thing I remember ever writing about golf was a mention of 'The Clicking Of Cuthbert' by P. G. Wodehouse, and that was many years ago.

     BAH!

 

Progress Report

Wonder Wifey gave me a pair of jigsaws, only one of which she had completed, as the other was almost a metre long and her foam base she jigsaws upon wasn't wide enough to handle it.

     Thus, Conrad was gifted it.  Art!

     That's me holding the camera way up high to capture the whole of the outline.  Probably only needing another 800 pieces to be complete and I've started at extreme starboard on the Incredible Hulk as he's all green and there's only a small patch of green at extreme port on Hawkeye.

     I like to keep you informed.

Finally -

I made an awful lot of Sausage and Pork Loin stew yesteryon and may need to freeze one large tub of it, whilst there's still Chicken Tagine left, which is what I'm eating right now.

*  The ironic Ukrainian nickname for clouds of smoke: 'Cotton'