Purple Prose

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     What is this?

Polish!  And cheap!

     Conrad acquired this at the remaindered cabinet during the Friday shop.  What is it?  No idea!  Criteria one - it's Polish, thus it naturally acquires a gloss of Eastern European mystery.  Criteria two - it's cheap.  
     Once undressed and in a bowl, it looks like this:

Polish!  And purple!

     It didn't taste bad, actually, since it had various spices and vinegar and apple juice to enhance the red cabbage.  Very filling, however, and it defeated both Conrad and Darling Daughter.
     Farewell Kapusta (sweet pickled red cabbage)

Hello Steampunk Dalek
     One of my SOTCW* friends, the Editor of "The Journal" in fact, is Richard Baber, a droll Welshman with the annoying tendency to downplay the quality of his modelling and painting.  "Oh no it's crap" he'll say, perhaps of some weird and wonderful conversion of a 15mm Bren Carrier, into a Free French version with an immaculate paint scheme.
     Get this:  

You understand the "Steampunk Dalek" crack now?

     This is a Renault Ft17 TMF; essentially an unarmed radio tank used to direct and control other tanks, as used in the Rif War.  You might also care to see the real thing:

"Exterminate! Oh - wait a minute - I don't have a gun.  Er - Accommodate! Arbitrate! Negotiate!"

The Bit Beside
     Once again the furniture and plant pots have been re-arranged.  Conrad would have been out there today but, first of all the rain came down in sheets of solid water, secondly it was overcast and windy, and thirdly he is here slaving over a hot keyboard to create artistic wonders of wit and whimsy.
     Oh, what does it look like?  Allow me:

     Bear in mind this is when the sun isn't out; if it were those chairs on the right would be getting their daily dose of D.

Browser Bampot Tag
     Several months ago my Internet Explorer stopped working - you, gentle reader, well remember this as it meant BOOJUM! didn't get posted for TWO WHOLE DAYS*.  Fortunately Conrad had Google Chrome as a back-up, and he liked it - less of the un-necessary bells and whistles and gew-gaws and knick-knacks and <yes, we get the picture, now move on! - Mister Hand> of Internet Explorer.
     The fault with IE had been some software update, which Conrad resolved.  Then, suddenly last week, Google Chrome stopped working.  Conrad tried all the resolutions with 0% success, so he went back to IE.
     Now, with an update to Avast!**, Chrome is suddenly working again.
     STOP MESSING ME ABOUT!  Any more problems and I go to Moxilla and it's the Recycle Bin for you both.

Memory.  The Traitor At The Dinner Table.
     Conrad is given to anthropomorphising various bits of his mind.  Don't worry, with his increased deuterium proto-actinide dosage no-one is at risk.  You may have already encountered "Dee" - his subconscious - who ought to be congratulated for some really outstanding dreams lately, keep up the good work Dee!
     However, Memory deserves less plaudits.  Memory, frankly, can be a bad boy.  Conrad is tempted to dub him/her/it "Oscar", as Memory can be so <ahem> Wildely Erratic.  

Erratic Rock Striations.  Not really relevant, but it sounded like a good name for a band

     For instance, Conrad keenly remembers gnawing chewing-gum off the pavement as a small child, because it was free and tasty.  However, looking at the small notebook and notes made last night, he sees "Things ...." with nothing else and, dammit, Memory will not retrieve anything!  Things what?  Whom?  Where? Why?
     Memory being the awkward coypu he is, the answer might well come after the blog gets posted.

This is Persephone, not a coypu.
Hey, it's my blog!  If you want logic and sequential thinking look elsewhere

Finally
     I have not forgotten about the weasel shark, surely one of the bottom feeders on the tree of Loveable Creatures.  Here is one described, wickedly and dentophobically, as a "snaggletoothed weasel shark":

"Snaggletoothed?  Mate, do you know what dentists charge?"

* There is folding money involved if you can come up with a snappier acronym
** No!  Nothing to do with pirates - an anti-virus programme.