I apologise for last night's rather insipid BOOJUM! Tonight, to make up for it, I have dismissed the jazz quartet and sent the music harpsichord & spinet players home. The guard hog is back in his basement (eating a burglar), and in place of the musicians - we have a Greek dancing group who have broken two tables with their teeth alone. Barely a plate remains intact in the house*.
Outside a pack of specially-imported Siberian wolves are variously howling at the moon, deterring burglars and making passers-by nervous.
The piece de resistance tonight will a flyover at rooftop level by the Battle of Britain flight. Don't worry - that ammunition is all blanks!
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| The wolves in Conrad's back garden, getting their shizzle on whilst it's still daylight. |
I read one of his novels once. All I remember is that it was two inches thick and could have been edited to an inch without losing anything. Presumably he got paid by the word and editors were scared of offending him.
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| An Editor writes: "Conrad - you are wrong! This is a Clancy MSS before editing!" |
As a side-venture, I have attempted a gluten-free chocolate cake tonight. The substitute for flour was - chick-peas! It looks fine, if not risen as a wheat flour cake would.
It's not cool enough to eat yet, and the Greeks are eyeing it curiously, so I shall hike it away to the Dangerous Things Lockable Cupboard**.
Volcanoes!
In fact, Supervolcanoes!
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| No, not a child's painting. That's Eden Patera - a region of Mars. |
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| Supervolcano on EarthThere! Exciting enough for you? |
So - Tanks?
Certainly! Hopefully this picture fits tonight's theme of Overdoing It Big-Time.
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| Scads of the armoured raascals! |
* I'm not worried - the guard hog is a gifted potter.
** Away from the radio-isotopes, of course!
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