Not only did I get in late, I was also diverted by having to float a dishwasher from the boot of the Murdermobile, up the back steps and via canal into the kitchen. At least that's what it felt like*.
Then, I've baked - actually am baking - another batch of gluten-free biscuits, this time with milk chocolate and sultanas, for the ganterpies at work, so they had better be appreciated.
Or there will be - trouble**.
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| The REAL Robocop |
Guess what popped into Conrad's unpredictable imagination this weekend? NO! Not a scheme to defraud the taxman of millions! (did that last week). No, the ending of "Bride Of Frankenstein" turned up, with the monster sternly declaring "We dead things! We belong dead!" and blowing up himself and the castle in a small nuclear explosion***.
Guess what! Yesterday, towards the end of "Sprout Mask Replica", Mr Rankin also throws in the same scene. Yes, they are three days apart, but it kinda makes you think ...
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| Hands off, Victor! Conrad saw her first! |
"Sprout Mask Replica"
Of course, only those familiar with "Trout Mask Replica" will get the pun, but Conrad is one of those people, so he did. There's no mistake about the sprout in this one, they come at you from all sides and in all shapes, so you can't complain about being short-changed. I have to say that I still prefer the novels with O'Malley and Pooley as heroes rather than Robbie himself.
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| Marcel Proust. Close enough |
The Usual bit of Metro-Bashing
Seen in the pages of this rag was an advert:" Take Metro wherever you go!" about a mobile phone application.
Dear Lord aloft, NO! NO NO and NO again! It is Conrad's fervent hope to keep as much distance between this comic-with-text and himself as
* Yes, it was raining. Not so unusual for the height of a British summer
** Yes, I nicked this line from "Robocop". The proper film, not the other.
*** Okay, so it isn't a nuclear explosion. Conrad has to make do with what he can get.
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