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Rather Late, Perhaps, But Still Here
     Later than it ought - having spent an hour on it, the blog post was corrupted, didn't display and had to be deleted.
    Dog buns!
    As you already know, gentle reader, normally on a Friday Conrad does the weekly shop after work, then unpacks it and puts it all away, before retiring to the Upstairs Lair to wonder widely on the world, read a good book and ask why this tin of beer is empty?
     This cosy image of domestic bonhomie was disturbed today when Wonder Wifey, enthused beyond belief, stated that we ought to go out for a curry to celebrate.
     Celebrate?  Celebrate what? asked Conrad, his brow a fleshy form of corduroy.
     'The buttons!' enthused Wifey.
     We had inherited 5,000 mouldy buttons dating to the 1920's from her deceased mother.
     'What about them?'
     'They sold for £140!'
     Faced with prima facie evidence like this, Conrad agreed about the curry.  We relocated to the Copper Pot and gorged selves on Indian food, and do you know what -

It cost buttons!

Red Tails
     I have been bleating on about this film, haven't I?  anyway, I watched more of it last night, including a scene where a locomotive and explosive-laden wagons get blown up in a very satisfying KABOOM.
     One point of interest is that the American fighter planes delivering havoc from the skies are Warhawks, a plane obsolete in 1944 by several years.  Second-string sky-bling, to coin a phrase.

One of these planes - ATE IT'S PILOT!!!

Razorback!
     It's a film, look it up on IMDB.  I mention this since the Hard Hog, brother to BOOJUM!'s very own Guard Hog, was the stunt double in this picture, a fact he never fails to mention in every conversation he's ever held.  Of lesser note is his getting a gig as an extra in "Hannibal", being one of the flesh-eating monster munch horror hogs from hell

There!  At the back

He failed at audition on "Lost", although he did get Matthew Fox's autograph.
     There, Hard Hog.  I've pimped your profile on the blog. Now, will you please please release the postie, intact and sane?

I Maia Have Been Mistaken ...
     Conrad can cock a snook at Hermes, Greek god of travellers, since the travel in to work today was entirely bereft of drama.  One might declare, in fact - I say Hermy, old germy, my journey was non-squirmy.
     Insulting Maia, Greek godess of flowers**, well - let's just say there have been unforeseen consequences ...

Tomorrow, B & Q weedkiller aisle with 5 trolleys ...

So - Tanks?
     I should cocoa!  Take a look at this Centurion "BARV":

Beach Armoured Recovery Vehicle

This bit of kit would trundle along the shoreline and into the waves, salvaging other vehicles that had stuck, swamped or sunk.  Not to be confused with the Baywatch "BARV":

Blonde And Red Vested

Which did pretty much the same job, except for human beings.

Finally
     This comes as an apology to Anna, for Conrad coming across as a faintly creepy electronic stalker on Facebook.
     Remember Cerberus?  The triple-headed guardian hound of Hades?*  Ferocious, fanged, slavering, terrifying and toothy?
     Well, maybe not quite so much ...

Awwwww!

* We seem to have had a lot of Greek mythology here this week.  I shall balance it after today with myths from - <thinks> - Babylon!