BOOJUM!: BOOJUM! Is Near A Landmark

No, NOT In The Sense Of "Winston Churchill Worked Here"!
I mean, gentle reader, that in another seven visits to the site, we (for I like to be inclusive if not ingratiating) will have reached the 3,000 hits mark.
Obviously this is small potatoes - in fact more like three grains of potato starch - compared to other blogs and bloggers. However! Those three grains are all mine, mind. I've worked for them. My ideas, my typing and my blatantly using puppies to generate hits. Let us look forward to another 3,000 hits and fingers crossed it doesn't take so long to reach them ...

"The 400 Hits" in 1959. Well if Francois Truffaut took 5 years to get only 400 hits, I shouldn't worry too much ...

Why "Scottish" Widows?
Asked Darling Daughter, as we swam to the centre of Manchester, having caught sight of a giant hoarding, the entity responsible being thus named.
Obviously you couldn't get away with a title like that in this, the land of PC, unless it had a long ancestry behind it. And it does. The institution was founded to care for female dependents of Scottish soldiers killed during the Napoleonic wars, in 1815.

"Whisky! Porridge! Bagpipes! and an aspirational education system during the Enlightenment!"

Einstein
As a title it's a bit more compact than "Each step is the inevitable consequence of the preceding one", because after having pondered, mused and debated about widows who were Scottish, naturally Conrad concentrated on the actual advert itself. Which see:

"Life's Better When You Have A Plan".
Oh yes?
It rather depends on who's doing the planning, doesn't it?
For example, my plan is to spy on you humans whilst my interstellar invasion fleet is on the way, reporting back about what I see and hear until it arrives, at which point my plan is to TOTALLY SUBJUGATE HUMANITY UNDER THE
HEEL OF THEIR ALIEN OVERLORDS!
That's my plan. And, do you know, I do feel better having explained it. Really I do.
You - probably not quite so much*.

Under The Whip
No, not in the sense of being flogged with a cat-o'-nine-tails!
Hang on, that is a curious image -

The inspiration for both Devo and Ice Cream**

I meant in the sense of having to perform, to a deadline, with expectations laden upon one's shoulders, pressure, stress, having to render up time during lunch -
It came about like this. Alistair and a few friends, plus Conrad, had toddled along to a bar called "The Terrors" which actually seemed a bit tame for such a name. Anyway, Alistair, sinking a pint, darted a beady-eyed look at Conrad.
'I'm expecting a poem tomorrow,' he casually remarked, stroking ~~the cut-throat razor never far from his hand~~ ~~his Persian cat a la James Bond villain~~ his chin.
Not because Alistair expects a poem every Friday, it's because today was his last day. (maybe he does expect a poem every Friday. I never thought of that!)
So Conrad crafted a poem. Bear in mind he is also working as he ought to be, all the more so since his manager is sat three feet away to the right.
Today is also Joey's last day, before he gads off to - bear in mind he is a big gay Britney Spears fan - none other than <FANFARE> <drumrollllllllllll>

Rainbow Fireworks!

Swinton Insurance.
I didn't have time to create a poem in the 7 minutes left before his presentation, but I did do a deadpan recitation of the lyrics to "Hit Me Baby One More Time", which had listeners in fits of giggles. Nobody thought to film it, so Conrad will have to bask in the reflected afterglow.

Coincidence? Synchronicity? Only You Can Judge!
Last year Darling Daughter and Terrific Tom (her boyfriend and yes quietly terrific in his own way bless the lad) took part in "2.8 Hours Later" in Manchester. This is a Zombie Event where players have to cross zombie-infested areas to reach safe zones, where they get guidance on reaching the next zone.
What did I see yesterday? Rick, worker at the same set of looms as I, petitioning his lady friend Lowri to see if she wanted to partake in 2014's event.
Going to the bar at The Terrors yesterday, what were the barmaid and patron sat next to me discussing?
No! Not the Six Nations! No, they were discussing 2.8 Hours Later, so Conrad enlightened them about DD and TT and their attendance last year.
As I say, is this merely random chance or - dammit, that Philip K. DIck character is going to come along and comment, isn't he? Which is strange, as he's been dead (allegedly) for thirty years ...