Conrad Predicts -

Low Traffic Tonight
     After all, how many people are going to hang around to read a blog when they can be out partying until 2014?
     Exactly!  Three.  And one's already been for a visit.

The Complete Alan Moore Future Shocks
     Say what?  Ah, this is a collection of comic strips from 2000AD's glory days back in the 80's

No they aren't boils!  It's a copy of Tharg the Editor's "Rosette of Sirius", transposed onto a caricature of Alan Moore.  There.  Everything is so much clearer now, isn't it?

Short, mordant, often with a twist in the tail, and frequently bleakly funny.  A well-targeted Christmas present!

Excuse me for a minute, that Ukranian dance troupe are wailing again -

 - bunch of softies.  It's only the airy Upper Dungeon!  As if they have anything to complain about!

Now Departing - The Train To Station PANIC!
     I went out at lunchtime (2 o'clock since you so-politely asked) to get a 2014 diary.  Being old-school, Conrad needs a hard copy real-world bit of papyrus between two boards as his daily journal, because mobile phones are inventions of the Devil.*
     I get back in at 2:45, the end of lunchtime, and get my hideously mangled Doctor Who (Tom Baker Years version) lunchbox, and a glass of water.  I need the food, I don't finish until 5:30.
     "Be logged-out and turned off by 3 o'clock!" informs the manager, tootling by cheerfully.
     Conrad spares his sandwich a longing glance, then has to turbo hustle to get his kit put away, bag packed, coat on, rubbish dumped, water drunk, shopping collected, gremlins squished, phone killed, lunch box reloaded and locker stuffed.  Similar scenes of mute anxiety occur across the floor.
     Fortunately I was able to join the lifts-bound escapees just in time. That is to say, our Fabulously Annoying Lifts**-bound escapees.

It was just like this, except with fewer cars and more zombies (they were from Payroll)

Requisat Im Pacem
     We will now have a two-minute silence for my old Doctor Who lunchbox, which I cannot photograph because it's under a pile of offal in the kitchen bin.  This below shows how it looked in it's pristine days:

Iconic!

 Sadly it went into a decline when it got knocked from the top of our tall freezer (the cats blamed the mice who blamed the hogs who blamed the cats) and in the end it was held together with an elastic band.


Well, I'm not hanging around here any longer - as I predict low traffic and those Ukranian bludgers are still whining - the Review of 2013 can come tomorrow.

Chin Chin!

* Scientifically proven to be a fact
**  Obviously designed by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation