Hubris

Not Latin (Hooray!)
It's Greek - and might best be interpreted as "overweening pride".
"Oh yes," quoth* Conrad last night en route to an appointment with drinks in Warrington: "I set my alarm to get up at 8:30 on a Saturday, don't like to waste the day away you know."
     This was, however, before a 3:00 a.m. finis to celebrations- we stayed up and watched "Crash" (the Paul Haggis version).  Hubris, Conrad, Hubris!  My watch alarm went off at 8:30 and was promptly ignored, did not ring again and next I know it's 10 a.m.
     Still, thanks are due to Colin and Julie for their hospitality, Tom for going to Subway, Oscar for giving up his room for the night and John for - being John.  Thanks to whom Conrad now knows that motorbike engines come in two flavours - air-cooled or water-cooled**.

Possible third flavour - Super Cool(ed)?

"Inform/Educate/Entertain"
Yes!  The debut album by Public Service Broadcasting, and - by wild coincidence - also the underlying ethos behind BOOJUM!  Only here will you encounter The Despotate of Morea, John Carpenter's terrifying documentaries and measured critical analysis of tabloid journalism, all wrapped up with some bad puns, non sequiteurs and hilarious in-jokes.
     On to today's little didactic antic.  Conrad is still working his way through "Agincourt", having reached the day of battle - 25th October 1415, and he is still coming across French words with an "ahh" factor.  To proceed:
     "L'avant garde": anglicised to "vanguard".  No!  It's not a Transit's steering lock.  The vanguard is the leading element of any formation or array, and you may (if you read the right kind of book) come across reference to being "in the van".  No!  This is not a kind of abduction, it means to be at the very front.
     And we all know what "avant garde" gets referred to, don't we?  Weird black and white silent films like "The Cabinet Of Doctor Caligari".
     "L'arrive garde": anglicised to "rearguard".  Tail-end charlies, in other words, the ones who have to keep the enemy at bay, allowing the rest of the army/football fans/heavily-loaded shoppers to escape.

PSB - "Spitfire"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_u4Md_aXVJE

Hit With The Coincidence Hammer - Again
Conrad, as you may be aware, has been barely able to function recently thanks to an endless loop of "The Liberty Bell" playing in his head, a tune you probably know better as the theme for "Monty Python's Flying Circus".  Humming it again yesterday, Conrad strode boldly by Ops Support, those knife-wielding rascals who deal with the daily post at work, and Hay Pesto!  they were all singing "Every Sperm Is Sacred" from "The Meaning Of Life".
     It may only be a small coincidence, but hey! it's mine and I'm not going not to tell you about it.
     
And here an aside:
  
     Monty Python's "Galaxy Song"
     How cool is a song that gets the astronomical details right, even if there is a slightly rude word in the last line?  To refresh your memory:

     Whenever life gets you down, Mrs.Brown

And things seem hard or tough

And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft

And you feel that you've had quite enough

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving

And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour

That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned

A sun that is the source of all our power

The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see

Are moving at a million miles a day

In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour

Of the galaxy we call the 'milky way'

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars

It's a hundred thousand light years side to side

It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick

But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide

We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point

We go 'round every two hundred million years

And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions

In this amazing and expanding universe

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding

In all of the directions it can whizz

As fast as it can go, the speed of light, you know

Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is

So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure

How amazingly unlikely is your birth

And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space

'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth

So - each of those chunks is 2.6 thousand light years across.  Impressive.

Ah Now
I did mention - well, mildly threaten - about posting the pomes*** I wrote at work for Kay and Suzie.  Let's see if this works:

Deathless prose (written by a zombie?)

     And now for part two:

Notice there is no surname here.

     There you go - Conrad as crafter of doggerel nonsense.

Did I Mention Irony?
Edna's dog bed was placed in the kitchen.

     Here we have Jenny, displaying a cat's natural insouciance and also embodying that possession is, indeed, nine-tenths of the paw.


Finally
BOOJUM!, happy to exploit both children and small animals:

One of these is only present because they get fed.  The other is Edna.

    

*  For which read "boasted"
** No!  Not by being drenched with rain.  The water is inside.
*** Yes, I KNOW it's mis-spelt.  That's irony for you.