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Tuesday 1 April 2014

Hmmm. Something's Gone Right Here ...

41 Visitors At The Blog Yesterday!
     Not complaining, merely observing (the average is 15 per day).  What I ought to do is figure out what brought all those extra visitors - but that would take time, when tonight!  time is tight.  Did overtime, then got told ordered commanded requested to make Sherba* on arriving at the Mansion, before making lunch for tomorrow and  gosh! - I might even find time to squeeze in a bit of fodder for Conrad himself tonight.
Corking instrumental, by the way
The Theme Is "Yes"
     Except in reality it's not.  After yesterday's theme of "No" I wondered if it would be possible to do a similar concept with "yes"?
     No.
     That is, no yes, if you see what I mean.
     Not really because - there's the band Yes - who could more appositely be called "No!" nowadays because they all look like frail pensioners barely able to hold an ear-trumpet to their ears as they dodder about their retirement home** - and the Beatle's song "Yesterday" and perhaps "Yeshiva" except I'm not entirely sure about that one - something Jewish, if Conrad recalls.
     As you can only admit, a bit thin.  Give me time - I may revisit this.
Would you believe it!  A band called "No".Yes they are.
There, Cooking Done
     The Sherba has been cooked and is cooling on the side, tomorrow's lunch is in the radio lunchbox and Conrad is gnawing on the jawbone of an ass***.
     No picture, I just thought you'd like to know how I was getting on.

Frognum Gruelis!
     Or, in the language of Tharg (from Betelgeuse and the editor of 2000AD), April Fool!
     My contribution to this annual event was to send an e-mail to staff at work claiming that Robert Peston (Economics Editor at the BBC) had received a leak from The Company I Work For, which leak claimed the Bank Of China was considering a £15 billion buy-out.
     I did post a link to the BBC, of course that led to a page that had nothing to do with The Company I Work For nor the Bank Of China, but several people were persuaded up until then.
     The hilarious irony is that tomorrow Conrad will be attending a briefing from one of the Higher-Ups at The Company I Work For.  Given the level of coincidence that has plagued me for these many weeks, it is entirely possible that we will be told to start swotting up on logograms.
Logarithms.  Close enough
Architecture In Helsinki
     Whilst having lunch today with Anna and Katie (one of the bright - sorry!  Bright Young Things on our floor), Katie mentioned that she wanted to go on holiday, yet was unsure what her destination ought to be.
     "Santorini," she husked, looking not at handsome Conrad and beautiful Anna but a distant faery landscape off in her imagination -
Before
     'Is there anything left of it?' enquired Conrad, squashing the ethereal beauty of the moment beneath his Size 11 boots.  
After
     Santorini, you see, is the remains of a larger island destroyed by volcanic explosion in ancient times.  Greece - wine, olives and VOLCANOES!  How awesome is that?
     Oh, yes, the point.  There is one, if a little blunt.
     Conrad suggested the Norwegian fjords as a holiday destination.  Katie demurred on the grounds of expense.  Norway, unless you're a Norwegian, is very expensive.  Full of tall, good-looking people^ and wonderful submarine landscapes in the fjords, but pricey.
     Next Conrad suggested Helsinki.  Also a bit pricey, but! It is capital of the land that produced Aki Kaurismaki^^.  Also stuffed with wonderful architecture.
     "Architecture In Helsinki?" mused Katie.  Actually she might have been pondering, she does the Look Of Deep Thought so very convincingly.  Ruminating!  That's what she was doing, ruminating.  "Isn't there a band called that?"
Yes.  No, not "Yes" yes, just yes. Yes?  Yes!
So - Tanks?
     No!  It's late and I need to get working on at least four books, plus "Prometheus" and a bag of Meerkats. 

Tomorrow - Audubon's Book Of North American Curds

*  A type of Morrocan stew made with lamb and chickpeas.
** I know, I know, I'm going to Prog Rock Hell for saying this
***    that looks suspiciously like a scrambled-egg-on-toast-sandwich
^  Conad.  One -sixteenth Norwegian.  Just so you know
^^  Director of the funniest comedy ever - "Leningrad Cowboys Go America"










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