Today the family went to Bowlee Car Boot Sale, for a frolic in the sun. Well, the family frolicked, Conrad had finished his purchases by 11:00 and so went to sit on the grassy knoll in the car park.
From which viewpoint he could see a van with the titular lettering visible. What could the service offered possibly be? I pondered. Let us dispel the notion that they do, indeed, offer an "Ass cutting" service - or else the "a" would be capitalised, and the police would be paying closer interest.
What are the possibilities? "Glass Cutting", except they didn't have that angled wooden framework that glaziers use to transport over-sized window panes.
"Brass Cutting" - possible yet unlikely. How many opportunities are there for cutting brass? Is there a large-scale brass utility in common use that requires such a specialist service? No!
"Grass Cutting" - on the money. There were several tatty old lawnmowers outside the van's rear doors.
Yes, yes, yes, I could have put that first but it would have been a very short post then, wouldn't it?
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| Besides, we here in the UK say "arse" 'cos we is so much more sophisticated |
The Book Haul
The two volumes of "Cake Decorating" are pieceworks, to the number of 28. Before you ask, yes, Conrad is hot stuff indeed at baking cakes, and considerably less able at decorating them. Anna, Sophie and Becca at work all far outpace me in this field.
CONRAD CANNOT LET THAT HAPPEN!
We shall see if determination can overcome the disadvantage of great big clumsy sausage fingers.
Also pleased to get another copy of "Finest Hour", one of my volumes that went courtesy of the great book purge during Operation Apocalypse.
Conrad also noticed: 1) Lots of Poles there. What do they think of our quaint island ways he wonders?
2) Lost of "Fifty Shades of Grey" being gotten rid of
3) The biography of someone called "Kerry" with no other identification. She's not that famous, then, because Conrad has no idea who this woman is. Nor, frankly, does he care.
Still Not Completely Convinced -
- about this Tour De France stunt. However, History Needs You has been posting pictures on Twitter of the route they took - although it did take Conrad a bit of musing as to what, exactly, "TDF" was. At first he assumed it was a pet name for Mr. Ward's bicycle, as the theme of the photos was very much bikes and biking, until the other shoe dropped.
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| Holme Moss in Yorkshire, which the Tour will pass along. The distant clouds are probably the Yorks/Lancs border ... |
Quinquereme
Anna Pavlou might possibly know the answer to this, but Conrad rests assured in the knowledge that the rest of you won't.
"Quinquereme" - what is it? No Googling - you either know or you don't!
It's a warship.
No, not one of today's sleek metal wonders bristling with aerials and missiles, not a ponderous ironclad sporting guns so big Freud would have blushed, nor yet one of the wooden efforts with enough sail to cover a mountainside. This was a ship propelled by oars, five banks of them - hence the "Quin" - on either side, intended to propel the vessel at a target in order to ram it.
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| Don't blather about how many banks of oars it has!. If you were in it's way, would you stop to count? |
Long time gone - did the "Smokers" converted tanker move by being rowed in "Waterworld"?
<there will now be a short pause as Conrad goes and gets a cold drink, for he is thirsty>
Ahhh! Better! Where were we? Warships of the Fourth Century BC. Aslo, Conrad declares that it will be officially Beer O'clock in twelve minutes, and since the sun has come out to play, he'll probably quaff self-same beer in the Bit Beside, outside, which means the blog has but eleven minutes to be completed -
The Bridgewater Hall
As you may have noticed, there is a dearth of photos and text about Conrad's visit yesterday, which was fascinating*. Here's a picture to keep you going:
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| The sinisterly silent Undercroft. |
That's all for now - it's two minutes past Beer O'clock!
* It was fascinating! It was!
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