No sooner do Rosie, Phil and myself turn up than the landlords get moved on and the quiz is finished as of tonight. This is after the Halfway House's quiz also going toes up as of four weeks ago. Our alternative is now The Summit, an enorm - no, Conrad, get it right - an ENORMOUSLY noisy quiz that keeps the volume at HIGH all night long even when the quiz isn't running. Rosie flatly refuses to go, so I guess that's no real alternative.
Since my partners are off to Oman for ten days, there will now be an hiatus until they get back, by which time matters may have been resolved at the Pleasant and/or the Halfway House.
We shall see!
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| Cooked aubergine. Because I can. |
Jenny, our sole remaining cat, likes to sneak her way upstairs, into the Lair and there coil up alseep on the blankets. Normally she remains there for a couple of hours at least, not being any trouble, although I cannot trust her to remain there whilst I'm out at Pub Quiz. If she gets shut in the room and nature calls, I do not want to deal with the wet patch and the smell.
So, at 8:44 I take her downstairs.
And again at 8:49.
And yet again at 8:55.
She took advantage of the kitchen door being opened to belt upstairs and into the Upstair Lair, causing her to be removed downstairs again.
It's a win-win situation for her, she loves being carried around, almost as much as being laid asleep on the bed. Jammy cow.
What's In A Name?
As any fule kno, Conrad loves loves loves "Forbidden Planet" and, on the merest of excuses, will recite dialogue from it, or describe about the "electronic tonalities" or Robbie the Robot, etcetera etcetera.
Now, take the alien race behind the whole mystery of Forbidden Planet's forbidden-ness, the Krell.
The Krell. Definitely an alien, and inscrutable, and evocative name.
However, what if they were called the "Yibble" instead? Conrad doubts they would sound anything like as impressive.
Let's try it:
"The fool! As though his ape's brain could contain the secrets of the Yibble!"
"Morbius was too close to the problem. The Yibble had completed their project."
"In times long past, this planet was the home of a mighty, noble race of beings who called themselves the Yibble."
Doesn't really work, does it?
| "Gentlemen, be careful! In sixty years time someone might be mocking us." |
Museum of the Manchesters
One of the exhibits is a Jeep, one of those unbelievably reliable, robust and adaptable vehicles spawned in vast numbers by the American automotive industry. A note attached to it states that it's one of the museum staff's particular favourites, and she loves to get visiting kids interested by asking how it arrived inside. "Through the roof" state some. "Through the doors, sideways," say others.
Wrong! It was brought in piece by pieced, as you can strip a Jeep down, carry it about, put it back together and have it still work.
In fact here's a Youtube link to show a team of experts doing that in under 5 minutes:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBtYXFXa5Ig
Right. Must dash!
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