Whither the Weather?
Today is the 27th of September, and a truly balmy day it has been, too. Blue skies, sunshine, gentle breezes - all this in Manchester, the capital city of rain. This kind of weather is known as an Indian Summer - not sure why - ah Googlpedia font of all knowledge describes it as a heatwave after summer proper. Most welcome it is, too. I recall last year being able to walk into Royton in a t-shirt and sandals, so warm was it in November. Oh - wearing jeans as well. Didn't want to get arrested.
Chunky Monkey Chewy Hunky
If you bothered to read my brief screed last night, you will know I made Chewy Monkey Bars. These turned out to be wildly popular and the whole tin was emptied within an hour of the warning e-mail going out across the floor. Biggest complaint? They were too big. "Cut them in half!" advised the ganterpies*. "But they won't be "bars" any longer," quoth I. "Call them chunks!" they replied.
Oh well. Chunks they will be, next time. Is there any way to avoid using marshmallow in the recipe, as poor stoic Manisha could not eat the gelatine-infused bars? I suppose one could melt the butter, peanut butter and honey together, cool and then add Marshmallow Fluff. The mix would have to be very cool, Fluff doesn't cope with heat very well.
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| This is sooo bad for you. In fact there is a documentary film entitled "The Stuff" that displays exactly how bad it is for you ... |
Your waiter, sir -
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| Looks like a Transformer prop on location in Arizona, eh? Wrong! This is 80 million miles away. On Mars. |
Curiosity has been carrying out some baking of it's own on the Red Planet. Not cake batter or biscuit dough, no, this is baking of the Martian soil. What came out? Water, and lots of it. Herein the link:
Yes it is important! When our astronauts make it to Mars they will be able to harvest the water to drink (and perhaps wash), then split it into oxygen for breathing and hydrogen as a fuel source. Sadly this news has been overshadowed by the Big Brother house now being open to the public, the Tory Party Conference in Manchester and Miley Cyrus doing something repulsive with her tongue.
So - Tanks?
Oh go on then. This barely qualifies as a tank, but here you are:
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| No, he's not a giant, it's just a very small tank |
Meet the Japanese Type 94 Tankette. So small a couple of beefy Marines could lift it up and throw it in a skip. It fared poorly against anyone armed with more sophisticated weapons than a pointy stick, and surely illustrates how much better the Japanese are at designing cars, not tanks.
Now, I have to go - there is a can of Old Golden Hen awaiting me!
* a.k.a. work colleagues.
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