And since we have it as a visual pun, once again we must scootch past the unsleeping cyberguardians of the Internet, who seek to spike puns where possible and especially on Facebook.
So, let us begin the Intro by talking about knitting -
COME BACK HERE! This will not be boring. Or, if it is boring, it will at least be short.
Darling Daughter has taken up knitting, rather to Conrad's muted surprise. Young people these days only seem to have google-eyes for their mobiles and the "Gapps" that exist there. Still, it does have an element of creativity to it:
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| Sally, I glove you |
Doctor Who Calendar: The End
Well, it's been a bit of a journey, hasn't it? £5 spread out over 24 days and a guaranteed filler piece for the blog, but our trip has to end at some point, and that point is today.
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| Dalek Number 6 |
Coincidence
Coincidence has been having a bit of a holiday of late, with sinister, spooky, odd or alarming interactions of fate and Conrad not happening very often.
Until yesterday*.
"Tell us, Conrad! Tell us what happened!" I hear your excited voices cry out.
Well, okay. What had the pictorial pun been about? And the blog title?
"Marco Polo". Of course what you got wasn't the great Venetian explorer but a chef and a packet of mints.
Reading "Tobruk: The Battle That Saved Africa", what gets a mention but a wrecked Italian liner in Tobruk harbour. And what is it called?
No! Not "Tom Swift And His Flying Carpet". "Marco Polo".
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| Not as refreshing, but able to carry 5,000 troops and their baggage |
The Metro Raises A Smile
Purely ironic and they can't take any credit for Conrad spotting the amusement in the article, which was about a coma victim coming round after being unconscious for two years, suddenly being able to speak excellent French. So good, in fact, that French folk thought he was French. Whereas before he could barely manage "Oui".
Interesting, I grant you, although not really a laugh-riot. No, the amusement comes with the journalist who wrote the article:
Ed Chatterton.
Hilarious, eh?
No?
O. Must just be me, then.
| It's a coma. (Latin for "Berenices Hair") |
Conrad saw this on the side of a bus today and immediately thought "Why, if people feel upset and are described as "distraught", don't we ever come out with a phrase like "Yes, I'm quite traught at getting to finish at three o'clock instead of five" - and was then reminded by Mister Hand of the bus poster.
Using the usual BOOJUM! rule of film reviewing**, Conrad decided that this is an horror film (because he's seen the first one). The poster lived down to that ethos, being very dark and sinister. No fluffy bunnies here, unless they're being boiled. No, this is not going to be a happy film.
| "Tuesday did not begin well for the black-clad Wicked Witch of the East." |
Now, you can't argue that you're not being given every indication about this film's nature: you can't go to the box office afterwards and complain about lack of fluffy bunnies, talking ponies and
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| Talking Pony. Admittedly, all it can say is "Brainnnns!", but that still counts***. |
Lord Of The Rings
This may not be exactly what you were expecting, as in it's nothing whatsoever to do with either Peter Jackson or J.R.R. Tolkein.
You can't argue that I'm not lord of all those biscuits. Ring biscuits.
* I know it's twenty-four hours late, because I was Schlemmertopfing yesterday.
** Make up any load of old rubbish and pretend you're being profound. Much like the rest of the blog, really ...
*** Yes it does. Once again, whose blog is it?
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