It isn't rude - Conrad has too much innate sophistication to descend to vulgarisms* - but, said with force and emphasis on the first word, it certainly conveys to the listener all the injury of a man aggrieved.
Try it.
"DOG Buns!"
See, it works! Thank you Colin for the inspiration.
| This kind of dog buns, not the bread-y version |
Today, in the epic adventure to work, it took me 187 hours to get from departure point to destination, a distance of 12 miles, and I had to get up at 3:30 a.m. to manage it, thanks to the traffic-ambushes en route.
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| Don't mock his diaper - the god of travellers can hold a grudge ... |
Despite Hermes being a sore loser, my picking on Maia (Greek goddess of flowers) has been consequence-free so far. Maia - you smell!
<pause>
Nope. Nothing.
"Maia! You smell - of dog buns!"
<pause>
Still nothing. I got away with it!
Revelations
No, not the book in the Bible. No, "Revelations" is my work-in-progress zombie novel. I put some on a memory-stick and lent it to Alison, and was vastly flattered that she asked for more, and so did her boyfriend. It's still a first draft, but solid and workable. One alteration that needs to be made are two scenes set at the BBC studios on Oxford Road, which haven't existed for years.
I shall explain about the title. In order to avoid panic, the government insists that the official name for the ravening undead hordes is "revenants" - the z-word is not to be used! It might cause people to fret and worry, you see. Thus the nickname for a zom - for a revenants is "rev". Hence "Revelations".
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| Sooo much less frightening when it's only a revenant horde, not a zombie one (Yes that is "Tyres" from "Spaced") |
Red Tails
Nothing to do with dog buns, thanks! rather the World War 2 flyer flick from Speilberg.
I started watching and the first scene rather furrowed my brow. American fighters, escorting a flock of bombers, dash off into the wild blue yonder after some German fighters, leaving the hapless bombers helpless as more German fighters turn up and scrag them.
Now, as part of my training ahead of our invasion**, I had to study human military history. At this point in the war the Luftwaffe (German air force) was 1) greatly outnumbered 2) absent experienced pilots and - this is the kicker - being shot out of the sky in huge numbers.
Still, I suppose you have to have something to drive the script, eh?
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| Red Sails. Close enough. |
A.k.a. Pelham Grenville Wodehouse. I've just finished "Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves" and SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT dashed if there aren't some plot twists that you don't see coming.
For one thing, Spode (now Sir Roderick) has given up his Brownshort fascist party - I suppose becoming one of the aristocracy meant he couldn't agitate against himself any longer. And he proposes to Madeline Bassett! That's right - the ex-betrothed of Gussy Fink-Nottle, who - settle down, settle, down, let your heart stop racing - has eloped with Emerald Stoker, the daughter of American millionaire ooja-ma-flip*** Stoker.
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| No! Wrong kind of Plum! |
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| Dog buns! Also, that lady's hat is decorated with - |
* Translated, he doesn't swear.
** They have left Alpha Centauri. Estimated time of arrival = 2097 AD
*** I picked this up from "Right Ho Jeeves". I like it. I will use it more.
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