But since there are visual puns to come, I have to decoy away the ever watchful Hamsters with a distraction -
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| This really, really smelled. (The cheese, not the lunchbox) |
Anyway I scoffed it all last night and feel fine. Copper stomach powered by nuclear fission.
"Happy Bums"
Although the inspirational bus poster is a source of much smug satisfaction in the world of Conrad, he does sometimes find it to be a thing of puzzlement.
Take that title, for example, which graced the side of a bus that drove past the icy bus stop this morning, in the pre-dawn gloom. It was the only part that Conrad caught sight of.
I do not intend to go Googling for an explanation.
Nor am I going to post a picture.
What's that? Oh, stop whining and I'll post a picture. STOP THE WHINING! Thank you.
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| In the UK we'd call them "Happy tramps" |
I want to claim this title as mine, before some musical artist pretends they wrote it first.
I saw the big plastic coat-hanger lying under the bus stop bench and felt puzzled. Who takes a coat-hanger on a bus journey and then abandons it when getting off or on the bus? Why would you even need a coat-hanger, and an inconveniently large and robust one, too?Was it lost accidentally or deliberately? And the biggie - are they ever going to return for it? So many questions and no answers.
I think I shall treat it as a metaphor for the human condition.
Now here's a picture of an exploding melon:
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| Because I can. |
Dog Buns! To Strongbow
Walking the walk of work this morning, Conrad espied a billboard hoarding, advertising a couple of those Ribena-flavoured "ciders" that consist of carbonated swill with colouring.
| This kind of drivel |
PaleRMO
Here we are:
| He's pale as he stays out of the sun |
What? There's an internationally famous football team that plays in pink and whom are called "Palermo"? Why, that can only be an incredible coincidence!
Marmite And Nick Clegg
I realise this title violates both blog restrictions about 1) Politics and 2) Current Affairs, but once again - whose blog is it?
No! Not Irwin Schickelgruber's! Mine! It belongs to me!
Where was I?
Oh yes, Marmite. Nick Clegg is the Deputy Prime Minister and, in a BC article today, was compared with Marmite - which is a yeast extract. Famously, you either love Marmite or you hate it, no middle ground of "well I only like it on odd-numbered days of the week". One reason Conrad has the strength of ten is his daily breakfast of stale bread and Marmite.
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| Thick, jarring and liable to drip, this is Marmite. No - hang on a minute - |
Very brief article here as this sort of stuff seriously affects people's will to live, BUT! less than a hundred visitors needed for BOOJUM! to hit 10,000 views!
Given that tomorrow is New Year's Eve, expect a dreadfully indulgent look back at 2014 and how BOOJUM! all began.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvlHH7dX7_c
Statistics are boring. That there's a link to exploding frozen turkeys.
Rejected Doctor Who Serial Titles
Oh how these make me laugh***!
"The Slugs of Doom"
"The Rugs of Doom"
"The Pugs of Doom"
"The Hugs of Doom"
"The Jugs of Doom"
"The Mugs of Doom"
"The Horror of Punk Rock^"
Actually the horror of punk rock was a very real thing in 1976.
| Looks prettttty evil to me. |
* I do this for baking and similar shizzle. Don't get any funny ideas.
** Doesn't sound likely, does it?
*** You no like? Then the exit door IS THAT WAY!
^ I was going to put "The Horror of Wang Rock", referring to Wang Computers, but realised this could be <ahem> mis-interpreted.
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