Oh, Where To Start!

More Important, Where To Finish!
Thanks to a recycled post on Thusday, and a fairly short one on Friday, there has been an accumulation of material* here at the Mansion.  Not only is there material left over from earlier in the week, but we have the Comic Relief Bake Off, Hunting The Wild Sock (a photoessay) and last nights excursion to Hebden Bridge to see John Shuttleworth.
     Well, time's a-wasting, I'm off to a wine-tasting, wallpaper needs pasting, and the goose needs basting**, so - on with the motley!

The Mediaeval art of Duck-Fu, I think

I Don't Believe It!  A FILM Of A Thomas Pynchon Novel!
(And no, I'm not making a mistake similar to that about "V")
To cap it all, it's a novel I've not read - "Inherent Vice".  Okay, that's the next order from Abebooks determined already.
     The novel must be fairly straightforward compared with other stuff like "Gravity's Rainbow" or "Against the Day", where the sheer length and complexity would conspire against a screenplay-friendly version.  
     So, here's looking forward to the Michael Bay film of "Inherent Vice"!***

Deterrent Vice.  Close enough

Glyphs
I was going to write about these but they are fearfully dull.  Drink a couple of stiff espressos before you follow this link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glyph

   And don't say I didn't warn you if you wake up at 1:30 a.m. with your head attached to your keyboard via a long string of drool^.

A hippoglyph.  Or something

Conrad's Night On The Rectangular Terra-Cotta Roof Elements^^

 This is by way of a precis of the concert review which may come later tonight, or tomorrow.
     The "gig", as I believe the technical term goes, was in Hebden Bridge, an outpost of Quite Twee in West Yorkshire.  We took a circuitous route to get there, out on the moor with a lot of wuthering going on.
     Anyway, after getting lucky with a parking space, we hied to the Hebden Bridge Picture House, passing an eye-catching glass shop en route, viz:

It sells glass, it's not made of it.
Just to be clear^^^

     We passed by a trio of geese roosting by the canal and Jane - bless the lass she cannot go anywhere without having an adventure - tried to feed one of them a cherry.  She even took the pit out.
     Conrad was not sure that the sinister hissing this goose made on approach was made with any friendly intent, as this is the goose in question:

Evil-looking character, eh?

     And indeed Jane recoiled with a shout of pain as Duckzilla above went for her little finger:

A deadly blur of birdy bitey-ness

     Jane does live way down South so perhaps she didn't smell "Yorkie" enough.
     Once at the Picture House Conrad ate all the cherries that the geese might have gotten if they hadn't been quite so insular and stand-offish.  Hah!
     And speaking of the Picture House, it's an old concert venue that retains it's original fittings and has what people call "character" but which is usually just well-maintained decor.  Here's the lobby vestibule ceiling:

No, it's not a "Moviemall", praise the lord!

Katie's Pome
If you keep up with BOOJUM!, you'll recollect that Conrad gets wheeled out whenever a member of staff leaves, to knock together a rhyme of sorts - it has no pretensions to being a real actual "Poem" hence the use of "Pome" - which tries to incorporate real actual hard facts about that person.  
     Well, you can have Katie's pome first:

The thing that makes Katie beam

Is one who recalls this rhyme's theme.

His given name is rather Holly,

By breed he is a Bearded Collie.

Pay attention there!  he's called "Woody"

In Katie's eyes he so so goody-goody.

Cheerio to fair Katie Wood.

No more of this neighbourhood.

Wipe your tears as she leaves,

Service Delivery deeply grieves.

She's off to another branch

Though staying still in Ester, Manch.

You'd be dim if you didn't twig

She's taking up a Payroll gig.

Now, Katie's bite exceeds her bark

(her teenage years were rather dark);

She's no longer out of her tree,

And behaves - mostly - sensibly.

That's why she looked at Payroll and saw

A job with less stress to endure.

No tearing hair out by the roots

When taking calls from daft galloots.

In fact the job is such a sinecure

Our managers fear that we'll all joiner.

Can you guess the theme?

Most of Katie. And her Snickers
Katie's snickers! <snorts with laughter>

     Emma's Pome tomorrow, or tonight if the goat-entrails are favourable.


* Not a "Backlog" as that sounds redolent of the sewer.
** Only one of these is correct
*** Only joking.  It's yer chap Paul T Anderson.  Arty type, don't you know.
^ Although this is a typical Saturday for some readers.
^^ "Tiles" <translation courtesy Mister Hand>
^^^ Do you see what I did there?  Did you?