Of Tomatoes And Psychopaths -

There's A Perfectly Rational Explanation! 
     I was hulling, peeling and curetting a score of tomatoes in the Upstairs Lair, whilst watching "Seven Psychopaths", Valentina.  38 minutes in, let me remind myself.  It's a brutal black comedy about an author trying to overcome writer's block, and getting involved with dognappers and a local crime lord and a Shitzu called Bonny.  The tomatoes?  Well standing in the kitchen and giving them what-for would be a bit boring.
     Of course, the whole process takes much longer than if I stood and did it in the kitchen, but into each life a little sun, eh?

Seven Sisters.  Close enough

Of Sikhs And Sandbags
    As you, gentle reader, are aware, BOOJUM! avoids politics, current events and anything likely to bring grimness and strife into this magical blog-dom.  However, Conrad stumbled across something on Twitter called "Khalsa Aid".  Behold!

Location: the Irish Rugby Club

These ladies are doing "seva", part of Sikhism which might be classed as service to the community.  Not seen any mention of them on the news, so here BOOJUM! is, ahead of Auntie Beeb and everyone else!

Like A Cat In The Night
     You may replace "cat" with "greedy sneaky thieving rascal" to get a more accurate description. Yes, whilst the kitchen was empty our two sentries deserted their posts and got into the container of puppyfood on the worktop, scoffing the lot.  This is despite their now getting a mid-afternoon snack in addition to their morning and evening feeds.

Ours don't even bother to look guilty

Better watch out, cats, you aren't the only cuddly animal in the house any longer.

Revelations
     My zombie novel!  Do keep up!  I am now on Chapter Five of Part Four and can see how to get another couple of chapters before we come to an end; not a conclusion, but an end*.  This would be the British Army taking the anti-rev campaign to mainland Europe in conjunction with the Irish and Norwegians, supported by - ah, but that would be telling.  Plus an idea about inserting another chapter at the beginning of Part Four, showing the politicians on the Isle Of Wight debating about matters -  allowing a bit of retrospective analysis and looking to the future.
     What kind of picture is relevant here?

Hmmm.  Not sure here.  Is this a warning about zombies or a warning about sparky, clued-up, aware zombies?

St Vaast La Hogue, first French landing zone for the forces in Operation Hewlett.  Don't leak this operational info, okay?

So - Tanks?
     Here's the one that started it all - 

Little Willie.  No laughing at the back!

At 16 tons and 8' tall, not really little.  Here's his grandson:

Big Willie? Look, no laughing at the back!

This leads Conrad to ponder** about the nomenclature of tanks.  I know that American ones are named after American officers - the Abrams after Creighton Abrams, the Patton after George Patton, for example.  Russian ones, in keeping with the stereotypical dour Muscovite foe sorry went a bit Cold War there, lacking any spirit of romance, have the letter "T" and their year of introduction, e.g. T-34, T-55, T-64.  Who comes up with names for British tanks?  "Little Willie" was named after the dismissive nickname for KronPrinz Wilhelm of the Hohenzollern Empire (mind you we were at war with him and his so he got off pretty lightly in terms of nicknames).  Where did the titles "Crusader", "Centurion", "Chieftan" and of course "Challenger" come from?  Not to mention "Cromwell", "Centaur" and "Conqueror.  You know, I see a pattern emerging here.  In future we might see the "Crimper", the "Cotillion", the "Chrysanthemum" or the "Chediak-Higeshi Syndrome".  Actually, no, strike that name.  That would be absurd - 70 tonnes of high-tec death-machine simply cannot be called "Chrysanthemum".

Chrysostom.  Close enough

Let Me Go Get A Picture Of Our Domesticated Wolf
    Edna, being restrained from a frenzy of face-licking, having perked up when Conrad came to take a photo - 

Hilariously over-active, and so is Edna

And FInally, Spare A Thought For The Wolverine
     In BOOJUM!s quest to rehabilitate unloved animals whose name begins with "W" we now move on to the Wolverine.
     Anyone who attempts to make a joke about the Marvel character will be most severely dealt with!
     The wolverine.  

Hugh Jackman.  No, hang on a minute -

One's first reaction on seeing a wolverine is to compare it to a cross between a bear and a stoat.  Not far off!  It is the largest member of the weasel family, noted for it's sheer ferocity, alleged gluttony, pungent anal glands and ability to eat carrion that has frozen solid.  
     Not good household pet material.
     Still, we must not sit in judgement.  Large it up for the Gulo Gulo!

* If paid enough I could expand it to a trilogy, if any agents or publishers are reading?