BOOJUM! - Busy Boy

With Chef's hat on
     The guinea-pig's verdict on the Halloween Butternut Squash Cake was - very good indeed!  Splendid.  The only problem is that it left half a butternut squash in the fridge.  This is where serendipity comes in, because what recipe appears in this quarter's Co-Operative magazine?  Leek and stilton Butternut Squash.  I had the leek, I even had the Stilton.  End result was very tasty and it went too quickly for a photo  :(

Kinda like this, except only single

 Then there's the Chewy Monkey Bars.  These came about since there happened to be plenty of rice crispies that needed using up. 

At this point, technically a single giant Monkey Bar

There's an awful lot of them.  I may have to take some into my Still Mysterious Employer on Friday.
     But wait! What's this?  It's a pack of strawberries going cheap.  So Conrad made

This!  And then had to use superhuman willpower not to guzzle it down there and then

Strawberry Ice Cream.  Strawberries, sugar, lemon juice, vodka* and whipping cream.

"Tell me, Conrad, of your struggles with logic puzzles.  Bet you can't do this with your fingers, either!"

 Oooh, an interested party!  Well, Mister Spock, I've been slaying them dead, except for a couple where the clues were wrong.  Yes it happens.  No I'm not wrong, I checked.  Also I can so do that with my fingers, even after the pub quiz.

A Sense of Proportion
     I take an interest in astronomy because that invasion fleet isn't going to get here through blind luck.  Seeing Planet Earth from a distance gives one a sense of one's place in the cosmic scheme of things - i.e. rather insignificant but with pretensions, as proven by this image (courtesy of the BBC):

Sorry, that ought to read "You humans are there"

 So - Tanks?
     Again, kind of.  Meet the Ontos Tank Destroyer, a name that conjures up images of 70 ton mobile metal fortresses.  Except the real thing was more like a 70 pound weakling carrying a Vulcan Gun**.

Clearly inspired by Warhammer

 This little chap could knock down walls, shatter windows and break car windshields - all  behind it.  Anything in front was, to coin a phrase, ground pound.

* The vodka stops the ice-cream from setting rock-hard, you fearful lot.
** Nothing to do with Mr Spock.  I will come back to this.

Okay, Conrad is off for tea!