You Can't Make A Souffle Rise Twice

So Says the DoPaF*
     I wouldn't know, I've never tried souffle.  Perhaps I should.  It's supposed to be a finicky, nervous kind of baked dish that takes it's disposition from the jellyfish - it quivers and sinks at the least provocation.
     Anyway, the phrase means you can't repeat the unrepeatable.
     We shall see, dear reader, we shall see ...

A fallen toupe.  Close enough

Mr Everett - Meet Mr Everett
     Today, after doing some overtime to obtain more funds with which to buy books to invest in speculative bound publishing works, Conrad trudged across the road to NOMA, where the "City Fictions" festival is taking place.  Walking past the construction site that used to be New Century Annexe, he tootled into Old Bank Building, where he used to work.  This had an exhibition set up as a museum - but a museum set decades into the future, looking back on the technology that had been developed since 2014.

See?  I'm not just making it up!

     A side room held a giant artefact that looked very impressive, whatever it was.  Ah, it's the 5 Dimensional Camera.  The exhibit here looked at the "Many-Worlds Theory" of Hugh Everett, which postulates that for any and every decision a parallel alternative is generated alongside our own alternative, in what is known as "quantum superpositioning".  For example, if you decide tomorrow morning to go for a walk, in a parallel alternative you decide to stay in bed, and in another alternative you turn left at the end of the street, whereas in a different alternative you turn left.  All these alternatives exist simultaneously, and are real, even if we (being only able to move linearly in time) cannot perceive them.
     Is that all clear?  Here's the impressive camera:

Big.  Red.  Shiny (that's as deep as Conrad can get)

     Of course this blog isn't finished, oh no, because what did I find waiting at home?
     Exactly.  My ticket for the "Eels" concert I'm going to in June.

See Eels**.

     Why is this the big stick of coincidence falling on my shoulders again?  Because Hugh Everett is the dad of Mark Everett - Mr E. - the man behind Eels.
     Normally I'd call upon Philip K Dick to explain this away but I've been calling on him rather a lot lately and he can only come out of the box for a certain number of times before he defrosts - at which point he's really dead.
     Instead, have a picture of Charles Fort, a chap who collected strange facts in book form:

Charles Fort (County Cork).  Close enough.

That's Quite Enough Of That!
     The "that" in question being a rather daft advert for KLM featuring a toucan.  A toucan!  As if - I mean, who would advertise their product internationally with a toucan?

Three toucans with two glasses

     Ah.  Yes.  I had to ask, didn't I?
     The question still stands - who on earth would associate a toucan, a bird found only in the tropics,  with a stout brewed in Ireland?

"That Awkward Moment"
     Another artistic inspiration derived from a bus poster.  Thanks, First Bus!
     Allow me to present the cast of "That Awkward Moment".

Seconds later, the teddy ate them

     One review read "The Perfect Date Movie" - now hang on a minute!  These people don't appear to be anything like a date movie ensemble.  They look like four patients who got told three of them have herpes, but not which three.
     "Casual gets complicated" - what does that mean?  Is there a relationship here?  Two relationships?  Three?  Why is the settee blue?  Is she texting? because that can be a major source of conflict in relationships, you know.
     This poster tells me nothing!  Look at "The Need For Speed" - you have stern-looking men, helicopters, guns, fast cars - it's not going to be a film about making quince jam, it's going to be a popcorn guzzling no-brain bang-bang shooty-shooty fillum.  Take "Escape From Planet Earth" - with a title like that you don't need any more!
     2 out of 10.  Must do better.

Primed to explode with action!  No, hang on -

So - Tanks?
      Once again, kind of.  Pete Jones - no, not that Pete Jones! - was at Bovington Tank Museum*** and took a photo of the featured exhibit hall, thus:

I can spot a Duplex-Drive, a Firefly, a Crocodile, a Cromwell,  <Mr Hand moves readers on before sleep arrives>

     Of course the two major bits of kit that are not only not present, but at a guess will never be present are the M1 Abrams and the M2 Bradley.  They are American, you see, and the Americans are less-than-keen to share details of their exotic big clunky metal thingies with the rest of the world.I don't know why they're worried - the security at Bovvie is so tight that it amounts to putting up signs saying "Do Not Touch".

Here's a picture of an Abrams.  Ain't I wicked!

- and here's a Bradley.  Tee hee Conrad - he so bad!

Finally!
     From last week, Conrad showing how utterly inept he is at commanding a small dog.

Who, indeed, is zooming who?

* Dictionary of Phrase and Fable.  Standyby muse.
** Nope, no puns using "sea".
*** AKA Tankies Heaven