Of Wings I Sing

Firstly, We Have Hermes
     You, dear reader, probably remember yesterday's rabid rant from Conrad, about the horrors of traffic and how Hermes, god of travellers, has singled your humble scribe as the target for an array of traffic experiences grim to recall.
     Oh - the "Wings" thing:

Watch it!  You'll have someone's eye out with that thing!

Hermes, wings, two things never far apart.
     Well, today Conrad bearded the dragon, or perhaps plucked a feather is a better metaphor?  We left the house even earlier, and proceeded at a literal walking-pace into Royton and beyond, after which the traffic melted away.  Hermes obviously expected Conrad to use the A56 again.  Wrong!  I used Burnley Lane and Greengate, where there was less traffic than normal.  Even Hermes' hastily-arranged fender-bender in Harpurhey fell flat, as I turned right and avoided it.
     Tomorrow, of course, is another day - it has to be, you can't have tomorrow mucking around with the present or vice-versa or Good Grief! there'd be temporal chaos - and I shall report back if the god of travellers has moved his beady eye and gauzy wings onto another victim.

One of these would help the commute to work.  In fact I could have a lie-in till mid-day and still get there on time ...

Things To Come
     I finished watching this last night, and have more pintificating to do.  The end scenes feature an angry mob attempting to prevent Cabal launching his daughter and her boyfriend from the Space Gun, in a space capsule, into orbit around the Moon.
     Oh, the "Wings" thing:

"My love has Wings..."*

Anyway, the seething mob are too late.  In some exceptionally well done shots that combine miniatures, mattes and crowds, the frothing vandals get to the base of the Space Gun, just as it fires.  I was very impressed with these scenes, and the editing thereof.  Have an apple and a gold star, Mr Korda and McKenzie!
     Here a picture of the Space Gun:

Space Gun, space capsule, space crane, space railway, space clouds, space hills, space trestles - whoops run out of -.

There are a couple of plot holes here.  Number One, the enormous blast from a gun that big would have turned the fuming masses into acres of boneless human jelly.  Number Two, the two people in the capsule ( see above picture) would have been turned into something with the consistency of watery chicken soup.
     Great fun nonetheless!

The Cat Sat
     This is turning into a regular, if slightly dull, feature.
     Early in the morning I ventured into the kitchen to assemble lunch, which meant putting my rucksack on the table, unzipped.  If this was "You've Been Framed"** then it would be "What happened next?"  

"An open bag!  I am compelled to sit in it!  Compelled, I tell you!"

Thus my copy of Jeeves & Wooster now has wet cat paw-prints to go alongside the tomato-and-fish spillage from last week.

Frust-o-bust
     I shall let you ruminate on that title, dear reader.  Conrad has a scheme he is a-scheming.  Cannot say more.  Eyes are watching.  Just think "Red Dwarf" and "bubblewrap".

So - Tanks?
     Yes.  I shall bore a bit more about "Things To Come".  When war breaks out, we see the gallant armoured forces of Everytown, and they are the Vickers Medium Tank, viz:

Dalek pin-up

This particular beast was state-of-the-art at the time (1936 - do keep up!).  Arrayed against them are these articles:

Art Deco?

When the "unidentified enemy" actually had models that looked like this:

But in better repair than this one, which was left out in the rain

Maybe the sleek futuristic type was easier to model.

And now, I am going to have some tea and make lunch for tomorrow, which is another day - obviously, because <cont. Page 96>

*  10 points if you recognise this first line of a song
**  Surely one of the best programs in the history of human television hands-down no argument!