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Sunday, 7 June 2026

Infernot

Okay, I Am Going To Be Drawing Together Various Items

We have covered these in the past on separate blogs but today I shall concatenate them into one unholy whole, for we shall be looking at means and methods of fighting fire, hence the adaptation of 'Inferno' to 'Infernot', which I think is pretty clever.  Art!


     I wanted to use an especially topical picture, so here is the Ruffian oil refinery at Tyumen, on fire.  This is not how the orcs want their plant to run, in case you were wondering, although it's a constant risk with industrial plant itching to explode at the slightest provocation.  So, how do you fight a fire like this?

      Anyone who said 'With water' FAIL GO STAND IN THE CORNER.  If you use water on a fuel fire the H₂O, being heavier than the fuel, will switch places and end up on the bottom, sending an enormous tsunami of fire upwards.  Think of pouring a bucket of water on a chip pan fire, one thousand times larger.  Art!

     Instead, you use a Class B foam, technically an Aqueous Film-Forming Foam, or AFFF, which forms a layer over the burning fuel, cutting off it's oxygen supply and thus killing the fire.  Firefighting foam, you may be interested to know, was invented by the Ruffian Alexander Loran in 1902.  Art!

     Going back in time to August 1944, and the Army Fire Service of Perfidious Albion was preparing to cross the Channel onto liberated French soil.  What you see here are them practicing with -

     Firefighting foam.  I bet Ol' Alex was pleased as Punch with his heritage, especially when his descendants used thousands of gallons of the stuff.  Art!

     This illo is from January 2025, and the orc firemen here seem to have run out of foam to extinguish the blazing Hades their storage depot has become, as it had been burning for five days at this point.  Rather than direct their water cannon at the flames, they are wisely trying to keep the nearer tanks cooled, lest they combust, too.  The joke may still be on them, because crude stored in tanks degrades and becomes unable to be processed if it's been in the vicinity of high temperature for any length of time.  Ooops.  Art!


     In case you were thinking firefighting foam is a mere cipher than any pundit can pick up in mere minutes, think again.  I've copied in a list of various technical points about the matter and you can thank me later.

     I am now going to venture again over narrative ground that we covered in May, except this one mentions the organisation involved, rather than coyly avoiding names to keep far away from litigation.  

BOOJUM!: Foaming In The Coaming

     What follows is another tale related from 'Be Amazing's Youtube channel and their montage 'When Engineers Get It INCREDIBLY Wrong', which is once again rather unfair, but only 'rather' not 'utterly'.  Art!


      On the 18th of November 2016, the residents of Santa Clara woke up to the above, which is not snow, despite it being winter, but - 

     Aqueous Film-Forming Foam.

     The district directly butted onto Mineta San Jose International Airport, which is relevant shortly.  Nobody knew what had caused the eruption of foam.  Conrad, for one, would have been verrrry leery of going anywhere near it, since sinister foams tended to crop up on 'Doctor Who' such as in 'Fury From The Deep'.  Art!

Terrifying.  Yes it was!

     ANYWAY when the police turned up, they traced the flow of foam backwards to a hangar in the airport used by Signature Flight Support, who carried out jet engine maintenance for the airliners based there.  Art!


     There was no trace of a fire, and it seemed the fire-suppression system, intended to swamp the hangar with flame-smothering foam, had gone off randomly, as there were no aircraft in the hangar itself.  Since there were no aircraft present, someone had not bothered to close the hangar doors; after all, what could possibly go wrong?  Art!

This.  This could go wrong.

     As you should surely recall from 'Foaming In The Coaming', once these suppression systems are triggered, they cannot be shut off.  Sovereign's foam kept generating until all the reagent ran out.  A pretty costly mishap as you're talking hundreds of thousands of dollars in reagent.

     ANYWAY AGAIN SFS did the right thing and hired a contractor to break down the foam and vacuum away the sad remnants.

     One of the things BA mentioned is that the AFFF was 'slightly' toxic but nobody was exposed enough for it to be an issue.  It contains Poly-Flouro-Alkyl chains, substances that takes years and years to break down, which led to them being present in humans, animals, fish, foam and soils.  Thus the determination was made to move to Flourine-Free Foam, known as 'F3', hurrah.  Art!

"A lifetime in law-enforcement never enabled me to deal with this."

     So, perhaps blame the engineers for incorrectly designing a system, or it may have simply been installed incorrectly.


Hilariously Cruel

Conrad was listening to "The Critical Drinker After Hours", where he gets together with his friends and compatriots and generally abuses Hollywood and the suits who run it.  Today it was the turn of 'Supergirl', which the lead star, Milly Alcock, has been doing a Zegler on, criticising the fans.  This behaviour, she fondly believes, will have them flocking to see the film.

     Perhaps not.  It didn't work for Zeggy, after all.  And her ire ought to be better focussed on the merchandise.  Art!


     Who knew Supergirl was a middle-aged alcoholic?

     They also conjecture on how many of the audience will know who 'Lobo' is, since he's been roped in as a character.  I know.  I think I have a single 'Lobo' comic in the Comic Cave.  Art!


     He has a long tradition of being a complete bottomhole in the comics but has been retconned into a thoroughly decent chap for the film.

     Bah!


Least Woke Prez Ever

Conrad isn't going to apologise for his ever-present critique of the Orange Land Whale, I have to get my licks in before he keels over dead on the White House lawn, or slumps, lifeless, over the Resolute desk in the Oval Office.  Art!


     Donold hard at work.  As hard as he can work sitting down, which is most of the time now, and as long as it's after 12:30 in the afternoon.  Sundowning much?

     O here's a larger version of the one at lower port.  Art!



Conrad Answers Your Question Before You Ask It

As you should surely know by now, Your Humble Scribe is not a fan of those clickbait pictures that puff up a film or television program BUT WILL NOT TELL YOU WHAT IT IS.  I find this very irksome.  Art!


     The series is 'Silo', and it's about to return for a third season, with a final fourth one on the horizon.  You're welcome.

     Yes, I have read the series and had the impression that the Ferguson character was a lot younger than she looks.


"Charley's War" By Pat Mills (Author) And Joe Colquohoun (Artist)

I am proceeding apace with Volume 1 and may even finish reading before the anniversary of buying it!  Hot stuff.  Art!


     Here Joe well captures the fear and panic when a gas attack came in.  The chap is walloping what was called the 'Gas gong', making a metallic racket that everyone could hear to warn of impending gas.  All British soldiers carried a haversack on the chest containing their 'Box Respirator' and it was a race to get it on before you had to take another breath of tainted air.  Pat mentions the Teuton use of 'Blue Cross' gas, which was actually far less lethal than the Teutons realised.  Shells containing a BC filling were supposed to disperse it when they exploded, as a vapourised aerosol.  Instead, according to Palazzo in 'Seeking Victory on the Western Front', they broke up into frequently ineffective chunks.


Finally -

Going out with a Biercism before I go get my laundry.

"Kleptomaniac,n: A rich thief."





Time To Look Back In Ungar

No!  That Isn't A Spelling Mistake!

In case you were wondering, here's Ungar.  Art!


     It's in Hungary, in case you were wondering and even if you weren't.  

     So, we are going to take a look back at the past 13 years of BOOJUM! and see how the blog has evolved over time.  Or not.  That would take work and effort.

     Let the links begin!

2025

BOOJUM!: What Do 'Star Trek' And Your Nose Have In Common?

2024

BOOJUM!: A Matter Of Grave Concern

2023

BOOJUM!: Boy, When Hell Pays A Social Visit

2022

BOOJUM!: Conrad: A Victim Of Gin

2021

BOOJUM!: If I Were To Say "Analect"

2020

BOOJUM!: An Explanation Is In Order

2019

BOOJUM!: "Rusty Pipes" By Eels

2018

BOOJUM!: I Tell - Of Tellurium

2017

BOOJUM!: Back With A Ban

2016

BOOJUM!: Squirmy Germy Hermy

2015

BOOJUM!: "Combat Accountant Meets The Vampire Pointillist"

2014

BOOJUM!: What A Difference A Day Makes


If I Were To Say 'El Bruiote'

You Would, Obviously - Of Course! - Immediately Think Back To 1588

This is the year the Spanish - do we have a derogatory name for the Spanish at BOOJUM! yet?  If not I shall have to work on it - attempted to invade England with their Armada, which was a serious problem as the English army was not especially large and this was looooong before the age of airplanes; no RAF to the rescue.  Art!


     What England did have was both a navy and Sir Frances Drake, the former being quite formidable and the latter being as cunning as a fox.  He had intelligence about the Armada anchoring at Gravelines overnight, and so resorted to the above: fireships.  These were old, obsolete or derelict ships which were piled high with lumber, pitch and gunpowder, set alight and allowed to drift into enemy formations.  In an age where ships were composed of wood, such an incendiary intrusion posed severe risks, and the Armada ships were forced to cut anchor cables and disperse.  Which meant they then had to re-assemble, all plans being thwarted for the time being.

     What brought all this on?  O I thought you'd never ask!  You may recall the Ukrainians being present at the SPIEF on the 3rd of June, despite not being invited.  Art!

It means 'Spy File'

 
     You cannot deny this is a Ruffian fire ship.  More accurately, a ship on fire.  O how it is on fire!  It is the corvette - the smallest type of naval warship - 'Boykiy' and it was in dry dock undergoing maintenance or repairs.  The Kozaky hit it with a pair of drones, no details of what they were but they carried a substantial payload, because the Boykyi is engulfed within by raging fires and the radome mast has collapsed.  This is an ex-corvette.  Art!


     The Boykiy in happier days when it could still float.  Note that this ship cost $330 million when new, replacement cost estimated at $440 million, and destroyed by a couple of drones costing no more than $100,000 at most.  Quite a return on investment.

     Speaking of investments, remember that 20% of Ruffian houses have no toilet; they resort to ghastly latrines outside.  However - a word you surely knew was coming - Putinpot has endless monies available for weapons used to kill Ukrainian civilians.  The strike on 2nd June consisted of:

33 Iskanders, the ballistic missiles that are hardest to intercept.  Art!


     11 were intercepted, which is actually a pretty good rate for this type of missile.  At $3 million each the strike cost $99 million, of which $33 millons-worth were shot down.
8 Zircon anti-ship missiles, all of which hit targets.  Art!


At $10 million each, that's $80 million in expenditure.

5 Kalibr cruise missiles.  Art!


     Of the 5 launched, 3 were intercepted, so at $2 million per unit, they spent $10 million and $6 millions-worth were shot down.  

27 Kinzhal missiles.  Art!

     They launched 27 of these, of which 26 were shot down, an excellent interception rate.  At $10 million per unit, that's $270 million expenditure and $260 millions-worth shot down.  A bit of an Ouch, that one.

656 Shahed drones.  Art!


     We're going to go with an average of $35,000 per unit, as the original basic model had needed to be upgraded with armour plating, electronic warfare-resistant systems, jet engines and - until recently - Starlink.  So, a total of 602 were shot down, meaning $21 millions-worth.

      Overall the interception rate was 95%, with $360 millions-worth of missiles and drones being shot down, from a total expenditure of $482 million.  Almost half a billion dollars spent in a single night, and the residents of Buryatia live like this.  Art!

Could be worse.  Could be living in Norilsk.

     The Ruffian bombardment of Ukrainian civilians, with the occasional military target thrown in, contrasts sharply with the current Ukrainian drone campaign against the orc supply lines in the occupied south of their country.  Art!


    Thank you 'Jake Broe' - now back from holidaying in Sorkland - and Clement, whom goes to great lengths to confirm actual drone attacks and then geolocates them.  Which means the real total of Ruffian supply vehicles hit is actually considerably more than you see here.  Krim is now suffering from this blockade, and it's hurting them.  Art!


     Nor is the shortage limited to fuel.  With supply vehicles either being destroyed or not running at all, thanks to drivers not wanting to die, food rationing is already being introduced.  Art!


     No more than 3 bags of sugar, buckwheat or pasta.

     Conrad did a bit of digging, as I am wont to do, and for the population of Krim, 2.4 million people, they need just over 2,000 tons of food supplied PER DAY to eat sufficiently well to sustain life.  How can they do this if the land bridge is cut off and they can't use the Kerch Bridge?  Using small ferries to ship tankers and trucks in doesn't provide enough tonnage and is even now causing backlogs of up to 5 days to load said ferries.  They might be able to fly food in, but how do they then distribute it without fuel?  Use helicopters to stock supermarkets and expect people to walk there and back?

     Watch this space!


Progress Report

You may have seen cryptic comments as I post daily links on Youtube and Twitter about Hawkeye or The Hulk.  All will become clear.  Art!


     From port to starboard that's Hawkeye, Iron Man, Captain America and The Hulk, all pretty much complete.  All I have left to do now are Black Widow and Thor.  
     I like to keep you informed.  


Bullet Bitten
Last night I finally committed to doing what ought to have been done ages ago: I wrote down in longhand all my Official Histories, noting if they were the originals or the Battery Press reprints from the Nineties.  They total 60 volumes and map sets and I need to record them on Word to have a permanent record of what I've got.  Art!

     Then I re-sorted them in the bookcase, in chronological order from top port, 'France and Belgium' first.  Art!


     Getting hold of 'The War In The Air' in the original editions is highly problematic, I've only got Volume 1.  Ah well, persistence will prevail.


YOU DO NOT NEED TO INFORM ME!
For your information, many of the above tomes were acquired via 'Abebooks', which has a function that enables you to see how much you've spent on books, which I dare not even glance at.  Then this advert came up on Youtube in between listening to cyberpunk soundtracks.  Art!


     Yes yes yes, I KNOW!


More Less Than Gentle Shoeing

If you want hard physical evidence that Donold Judas Trump has all the wit and class of a screw worm, look no further than the bizarre Ultimate Fighting Championship infrastructure being erected on the White House lawns.  Art!


     One has to ask whose idea this was?  Probably the UFC themselves, whom definitely paid millions in bribes to King Piggy to stage an event that will cost at least $60 million and is unlikely to net more than $30 million.  The organisers are already looking to bring in South Canadian Army personnel to fill seats if not everyone turns up.

     It did bring a rewarding Photoshop riposte from persons unknown.  Art!

Ten-ton toddler tanting


Bring On The Popcorn!

As you should surely know by now, Conrad Your Humble Scribe cares not one whit for the ballfoot game, except to read the citric and venomous commentaries that the BBC permits on their 'Have Your Say' pages, which are hilarious in that swearing is forbidden, so people have to manage other ways to express their loathing for other ballfoot teams.  With that in mind - Art


     Apparently England were playing a friendly against New Zealand, which I think means that, regardless of outcome, it has no effect on official scores or rankings.  The venue was a Tampa stadium of 69,000 seats, with tickets going for £225, or $300.  If that seems spicy, bottled water cost $8.75 and a 'large beer' which is under a pint, cost $17, or £12.70 in proper money.  FIFA has also banned refillable water bottle in order to gouge fans even more.  How utterly utterly  unexpected!  
     Fan attendance for the Brits and Kiwis was 25,000, or about one-third venue capacity, and frankly more than I expected.

     

Finally -

I need to get some bread and walk Edna before the rains arrive.  Wish me luck!




Saturday, 6 June 2026

I Gotta Beef - With SPIEF

 Yes, It's Pronounced 'SPEEF'

I am, of course - obviously! - talking about the Sankt Petersbug International Economic Forum, Putinpot's chance to big himself up and seem important and relevant, BUT before we deal with that, I want to cast the clock back to November 1940.  Picture this: the continent of Europe under occupation by Nazi Germany (and a few bits by Fascist Italy but we won't go there), whom at the time were best buds with the Sinisters, a fact they hate hate hate being reminded of.  Art!


     Here you have Vlacheslav Molotov, Sinister Foreign Minister, to port, and Von Ribbentrop, Reich Foreign Minister, to starboard.  The Sinisters were trying to nail down hard various terms and conditions that had been left very vague in their Secret Treaty, which Ribbentrop wriggled like an eel to avoid defining.

     I would like to add in a few quotes from Sir Winston Churchill's 'The Second World War Volume 2: Their Finest Hour', which he in turn derived from 'Nazi-Soviet Relations', because they resonate right now.

     "England was beaten, and it was only a question of time when she would finally admit her defeat.  Germany was continuing her bombing attacks on England day and night."  Art!

Kyiv 2026

London 1940

     "- this degree of confusion in Great Britain <Ha! eat it Lavrov> and because the country was led by a political and military dilettante by the name of Churchill -"

     Hmmm, it takes a bit of brass neck to publish criticism of a politician when you are that politician.  Notice that the Teutons seem to use 'England' and 'Great Britain' interchangeably when they are not remotely the same.  Art!


     The 'I need ammunition, not a ride' dude, whom the orcs have been traducing since Day 1 of the Special Idiotic Operation, rather like Winnie above.  

     Another quote: ' - the Axis powers were not therefore considering how they might win the war, but rather how rapidly they could end the war which was already won.'  Art!


     The equivalent of four Ukraine's.  Blimey, even Herr Schickelgruber didn't claim to have conquered four Frances!

       He did, however, use the analogy of ' - the British Empire would be apportioned as a gigantic world-wide estate in bankruptcy of forty million square kilometres*.'  Somewhat similar, I think you'll agree, to Putinpot laying claim to the Donbass which he hasn't yet managed to conquer.  Dictators seem to like making the same mistakes.

     Winnie waspishly follows on from this meeting.  "After supper at the Soviet Embassy there was a British air raid on Berlin.  We had heard of the conference beforehand, and though not invited to join in the discussion did not wish to be entirely left out of the proceedings."

     Molotov and Von Ribbentrop took shelter in the Reich Foreign Ministry's air raid shelter in the basement, where Ribby, who did not know when to leave well alone, tried to persuade Molly to divide up the British Empire.  "England," said Von Ribbentrop, "Is finished.  She is no more use as a Power."

   "If that is so," said Molotov. "Why are we in this shelter, and whose are these bombs which fall?"

     Oooh, sick burn!  Art?

Reich Foreign Ministry

     There are certain parallels between Berlin November 1940 and St Petersbug June 2026, because the Kozaky had already gate-crashed the conference earlier this week.  Today being the last day of SPIEF, they wanted to bookend it with more drone strikes.  Art!


     Ukrainian angry birds en route.  Something like 400 of them, after Putinpot turned down Prez Zed's offer of meeting for talks, saying he 'Didn't see the point'.

'We had heard of the conference beforehand, and though not invited to join in the discussion did not wish to be entirely left out of the proceedings.'  Art!


     You can't benefit from the sound here, which has endless cook-offs as ammunition explodes in the middle distance, as the 15th Naval Ammunition Arsenal explodes over several hours.  It sites 870 kilometres from the Ukrainian border and they will have undoubtedly been lax about ammunition storage, since 'What can possibly go wrong all the way up here?  As if the khokhols can reach St Petersbug!'  The base is - or was - located on Kronstadt Island, which has now been locked down, and local villages on the mainland are being evacuated thanks to 'fire risks'.  Art!



"The Ukrainians set fire to some coal"

     The equivalent of 'All drones were shot down before reaching the refinery, but debris caused some minor grass fires that were quickly put out" when another Crude Distillation Unit has an explosive demise.  Bunker Midget Grandad also quoted "Ukraine is trying to develop it's own drones but almost nothing <LOUD EXPLOSION IN THE BACKGROUND> is working out for them."  As delusional as the Orange Land Whale.

     What splendid memories all the 2026 SPIEF attendees will take away from their meetings! which were totally unspoiled by any nasty intrusive air raid sirens.  The shade of Molly is shaking it's head and facepalming.


I Have Been A Naughty Boy Again

Last night Conrad was perusing both 'Abebooks' and 'Turner and Donovan' websites in my quest for more volumes of the "OFFICIAL HISTORY OF AUSTRALIA IN THE WAR OF 1914-18."  without spending £125, which is what some booksellers wanted.  I should explain that these were first or second editions, but still!

     ANYWAY I discovered ''Vol.8. The Australian Flying Corps in the Western & Eastern Theatres of War 1914-1918

     Art!


     I've had to use another seller's picture since mine has vanished upon my purchase.  £55 all in, which includes P & P from Australia.  Conrad now has to wait 2 months, approximately, until it arrives.

     There are 12 volumes in the series, and when this one arrives I'll have 8.  Volume 2 is realllly difficult to find, as it concerns Gallipoli, which is one of the founding myths of modern Australia, and any Ocker who owns it won't sell it lightly or cheaply.


Egad!

We've had that character whose jawline looked as if he was descended from the Mercurians of 'Dan Dare', now meet another chimera.  Art!


     This entity has been voted 'Most Handsome Man In Yorkshire'.  Cruel Commenters stated that he 'looked like a glazed doughnut' and 'He looks as if he's made out of plastic and was just taken out of the box'.

     Conrad cannily cautions readers to beware of Autons.  The threat is real.  Art!

Coming soon to Leeds

Getting Rid Of Another Twitter Bookmark

This one is beyond bizarre.  It dates from February 2025, when a man walked - or, rather, hobbled - into Rangueil hospital in Toulouse, complaining of severe discomfort and pain.

     When doctors examined him, to their utter horror and bewilderment, they found a 20 cm long artillery projectile from the First Unpleasantness lodged in his rectum.  Art!

37 mm shell

     More than that, it was live.  The French bomb squad were called, and informed that it was so old that the explosive filling had become inert, so surgeons removed it and all was well.  Except the story never detailed how this munition got where it did and since this was a medical procedure, doctor-patient confidentiality prevailed.  Although the Prosecutor's office did ponder about charging him with possessing explosive ordnance.  Note how I refrain from any ghastly punnery here.


FIRE THAT SUB-EDITOR!

As we all know by now, Conrad is a hair-splitting pedant of the worst kind, and that's my best quality, apart from being a huge coward who is terrified of spiders.  ANYWAY here's a ridiculous thumbnail from my news feed.  Art!

   
     "The Odyssey" is NOTHING TO DO WITH SCI-FI!  It is an epic poem by Homer about the long, long journey home of Odysseus, the King of Ithaca, after the siege of Troy ends.  Yes, I have read it, and the last third is how he gains revenge on the parasitic suitors attempting to woo his wife, showing you now the ancient Greeks loved a bit of cold-hearted vengeance.


Finally -

Going out with a Biercism -

"Namby-pamby,adj: having the quality of magazine poetry"

     O Ambrose, you cruel critic you.


*  15.4 million PROUD IMPERIAL square miles.