Snow!

Is Falling.  As It Tends To Do
If it were rising, or travelling horizontally, then we'd be in trouble as the laws of physics and meteorology would have gone out the window.
     Predictably, Wonder Wifey's response to snowfall was to run around shrieking with glee.  Conrad not so happy.  Wonder Wifey doesn't drive, you see, and is thus unaware of the extraordinary chaos that descends on the English road system if a few sprinkles of sub-zero dihydrogen monoxide* fall from the heavens, no matter how gently.
     This wasn't an issue in 2014 - the winter snows amounted to 30 minutes that didn't stick.

      Today, as I was doing this -

Saturday morning - huge pot of tea, books, and the Notebook

      The outdoors was getting a taste of this:

     At this point it was starting to stay.  O Noes!  Conrad vindicated about Rochdale Road going over Tandle Hill:

Picturesque but treacherous.  Treacheresque?

     Now, here a confession.  In the severe snows of 2013 the family enjoyed an evening of schadenfreude, watching motorists trying and frequently failing to ascend Tandle Hill.  Purely observational humour, we didn't place bets or run a sweepstake.  
     It looks like 2015 might be another evening of snow-filled-and-fuelled-schadenfreude**.

Rejected Doctor Who Serial Titles
The humour continues.  It IS humourous!  It is!  And it will continue to be until Conrad runs out of ideas - in which case we will switch to An Alternate Source - or a mounting wall of protesting Comments force him to relent.  Let the motley begin!

Bottlefield

Tinferno

Colon In Space

Dan of the Daleks

The Face of Weevil

Time-Fright

The Twit Dilemma

The Stan Pit

Fear Herb

The Waiters of Mars

Special test run for the Alternate Source!:

The Naked Tim

The Anemone Within

Dagger of the Kind

Well well, there is potential there.  Until tomorrow -

"Kingsman"
A film advert as seen in that chip-shop wrapper The Metro.  Of course Conrad simply has to review it according to the BOOJUM! Film Reviews Criteria: 1) Face-value only  2) Completely subjective and biased and 3) Liable to go off at a tangent.

Tut!  Guns and alcohol do not mix!

     Technically a "Kingsman" is a private in the Duke of Lancaster's Regiment, thank you very much.  Letting this pass, Conrad is struck by the UGL in the poster.
     No!  Not Ugly Girl's Legs - although they do seem rather prosthetic - the Underbarrel Grenade Launcher visible upper right.  Why this weapon and not a pistol?   Also, Conrad wondered about the glass of cold tea.  You serve tea in china for a reason - well, two, actually.  First, it looks elegant.  Secondly, it doesn't go cold as -
     - oh dear, there's that tangent thing again.
     Anyway, Conrad doesn't like the look of the scruffy young chav with a gun.  Doesn't he know that we won an Empire by being impeccably dressed at all times?  He's wearing trainers!  Did he stray into this film from "Attack the Block" by mistake?
     AND THERE ARE NO KINGS!

Conrad Was Liverish
On Thursday I appear to have been feeling rather grumpy.  Here's my note for a post about The Metro and their "60 Seconds With" page, where a personality is interviewed for - I suppose - 60 seconds: "Blatantly a publicist paid for this talentless anti-entity to get column inches."
     You tell 'em like it is, Conrad!  More seriously one wonders what the criteria for interview is, as many of these people aren't celebrities, are barely known to the public and are not beautiful or the holders of 1st Degrees.
     If they interview Miriam Bialik then I'll give her a pass: she's a neuroscience graduate who could practice as a doctor.
     Oh dear, that tangent thing again.

Jean Paul Sartre And Conrad's Day Job
If you recall, in "A La Recherche Le Temps Perdue", a character recalls events of the past when biting into a madelaine, a type of French cake.
     Apart from the fact that Conrad has baked semi-successful gluten-free madelaines, the other connection between us came yesterday when I was chatting*** with Dave, our Official Yorkshireman.  I recited some stats relating to our call traffic versus abandonment rate.
     'They be calling you Statto next," jibed Dave cheerfully.

    Conrad abruptly remembered that he had been called "Statto" at one time. In his previous job he was described by staff who watched football a lot as "looking like Statto".  Ladies and gentlemen and even roughmen, I give you Statto:

Pyjama-clad pundit

     To give you a benchmark I also give you me:

     I know, I know - twins separated at birth, eh?

Tomorrow: how to tell if the robots are trying to take over


* What scientists with a "sense of humour" like to call water.  Geeks.
** Tee hee!
*** Purposefully, of course.  Never idly.