A Plurality Of Pix

All The Unposted Overflow 
Which rather means a lot of photographs with not very much text.  It this were the only post of today, or being posted at 23:55 you might well be justified in thinking "Conrad - he pad!"
     Well, no, not really.  All the trademark quality is here, just - er - just spread out over a lot of photographs - oh look! a flying saucer* -

First, The Glass
Wonder Wifey managed to destroy a pint glass in the kitchen last week, accidentally, which by coincidentally means more room for her teapots and plates.
     Also by coincidentally, Manisha - who is not going to get a co-creator credit here if Anna also cannot get one - mentioned that she was looking to get rid of a Budweiser glass that merely took up space at home.  So!

The glass, naked.  It does look better dressed.

And What's This?
Being rather cheeky, before Anna left on her trip to London Conrad asked her to bring back something both crunchy and delicious.
     Surprise!  She brought back shortbread ("crunchy") and toffee ("delicious"), which made Conrad feel rather guilty.
     Not for long, ha ha! as Conrad has little to no - oh what's this being passed over as a present?

     Damn it!  That's a fridge magnet - one of the most holy of bonds a person can give to another.  Conrad now has to offer up soul of first-born, every second harvest, 10% of all zombie novelty royalties, a pint of blood every month and a complementary Starbucks on a late rota.

O The Irony!
I did think this was worth a photograph.  The giant cup of tea and the work on "Thirst"

     I dunno.
     Maybe you had to be there?

Hard Strawberries
Given that a carton of stawberries costs £2.00 unless you get staff discount, one does not want to waste them.  Understand the horror at the - excuse me, THE HORROR! - at the Mansion last week when the strawberries purchased appeared to be a species of scarlet stone.  Conrad, both stingy and inventive, decided a small photo-essay was in order:

The offending article

    The unreconstituted strawberry, you might say.

IMPALED!

    This is not mere sadism, this is Conrad - okay, a little casual sadism - trying to demonstrate to the audience that - alright, downright sadistic - that the strawberry is resistant to the corn-cob spike in a - alright!  Enough already!  I'm a sadistic perv! - manner intended to demonstrate it's unripeness.

<Rubs hands and cackles madly>

     This is where the strawberry gets an 800W blasting and begs for mercy.
      In fact the interior was softened, if a bit hot, but to get the whole fruit lasered into softness would turn it into mush.

The strawberry, weeping a little.

     Still -

For later!

The Cat Sat On The Whatever-It-Wasn't-Supposed-To
I ask you.  With the whole table to lie upon, not to mention three chairs and a set of shelves, where does the Cyborg Sentry Cat lie down?
     No! Not on the Cyborg Sentry Cat Mobile Charging Unit**

     On MY BOOK!

Father-Daughter Boneding Time
Darling Daughter is home for the Saturday and decided that the first thing she had to do on entering the Mansion was to saw up a bone.

Like you do.

     I mean literally the first thing, never mind getting a brew or petting the cat or eating up the Oreo surplus - straight down to bone-sawing.
     And the results?   - viz:

The knuckle portions

     And a bone that got boiled for hours until it looked thus:

     It also stank to high heaven, so count yourself lucky this blog has no olofactory app.

* I pinched this from Doctor Who.
** Also known as a "plug"