Good Evening!

Well, "Good" in Conrad's Head, Anyway
     Outside it is dark, cold and damp, a chilling - in the literal and metaphorical sense - combination.  Inside Conrad's head, in stark contrast, there is a party going on - fireworks, jazz bands and a marquee with free drinks.

Like this, but with tanks

Weasels!
     Never one to let a good thing (or even a bad thing with frills) go, I return to the theme of - Weasels!  Not all associations or creations about weasels have been evil.  There have been good weasels.
     Specifically, "I Am Weasel!", about the incredibly talented, clever and successful I. M. Weasel.

Clever, handsome, rich, successful and awfully good at hunting rabbits

      There is allegedly a comestible called "Weasel Poop Coffee" which Conrad thinks is simply three words chosen at random and stuck together.
     Tomorrow - we move onto Sea Slugs!

The Cruel Sea
     This film is a bit of a gap in Conrad's film repertoire.  Never seen it before, but Richard (no, not that Richard, the other Richard) recommended it as a classic.  Black and white from 1953, about a Royal Navy corvette during the Battle of the Atlantic.  I'm only 20 minutes in but the film of K49 battering through giant waves amidst a winter gale certainly adduces that title word "cruel". 

"Hello!  I'm the Atlantic!  PREPARE TO DIE!"

     In other news, Conrad has baked a carrot cake tonight, not a recipe used before and I can't test for taste as it's been commissioned by a colleague at work.  Presenting a cake with a large slice taken out of not very sporting.
     No, no photograph.  It's down in the kitchen cooling in the tin and under a towel, lest the Squeakers decide to investigate, nosey rascals that they are.
    

The Squeakers - cats, thank you, not mice.  The mice are in the cats.

Well, got to go.  That invasion fleet needs it's reconnaissance information!