Bibulous But Braggadocio, BOOJUM!'s Back

Ahoy mateys.  No post yesterday since I went a-drinking straight after work, didn't get back home until midnight and then went straight to bed. 

Consumption stats
     Half a French loaf, half a pound of cheese (past the sell by date so it simply had to be eaten), a peach, a tub of home-made ginger ice-cream, a tub of beef stew, a carton of bite-sized chicken Kievs and about twenty triangle butties liberated from the pub quiz on Thursday night.  Then came eight pints of beer, Jaegerbombs and a can of something fruity and alcoholic.
     This outing was in the company of work colleagues and ex-colleagues, the latter including the vivacious Milena, and Claire The Living Spirit of Mischief.  This latter person dragged elderly Conrad upon the dance floor and made - nay, forced - me to contort in dance shapes.  Thankfully no-one took photos.  I hope.

"When you have eliminated the impossible ..."*
     Feeling rather proud of my organic skull-housed computer.  I was recently given a book of several hundred logic puzzles.  The first attempt I made on them was only half-successful (locating various "battleships" on a grid).  The second, equally disappointing - although I claim the clues used were ambiguous in several cases.  Third time I got it, with one look at the solution that almost doesn't count because it simply didn't make sense.  Fourth time, one hundred per cent correct and no peeking.  Conrad ain't quick but he can see through a brick wall in time.

"I commend your devotion to the noblest of all intellectual pursuits, Conrad.  Now, can you explain what a Boojum is?"

Ikea flat pack next time!
     Wifey bought a chest of drawers on-line for a pittance.  The catch?  They lived in a farmhouse on the far side of Todmorden.  So, Degsy and I ventured there along miles and miles of one-car width blind bends at extreme angles on roads not altered since they were horse-tracks.  We ended up at a farmhouse with wonderful views, that will be utterly cut off from what vestiges of civilisation exist up there with the first snows.
     The chest of drawers barely fitted into the Qubo with a couple of centimetres to spare and I was forced to hold it back when we descended the hillside in case it slid forward and pummelled us from behind.

Our's was only slightly smaller.

So - Tanks?

The 1977 edition

   Yes indeed.  The above is a novel clearly informed by the author's real life experiences in the Desert War of North Africa.  That's a Matilda on the front - not going into action or the aerial with pennants ought to be lowered.

The Grant, a.k.a. "Egypt's Last Hope"

  Yes indeed.  The above is a novel clearly informed by the author's real life experiences in the Desert War of North Africa.  That's a Grant on the front, an American bruiser converted for desert warfare by the British.

* No, not a song lyric.  Sherlock Holmes.  "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how impossible, must be the truth".

So long chums!