An Addendum, And Then Some

I Know, I Posted Earlier
But I have so much to inform you about!
     Well - when I say "so much" I mean "whatever was left over from before", which didn't get posted thanks to time, and beer, and slow keyboard speed, and beer, and an excess of material, and beer.  Oh, and a nice lamb curry.  It takes time to scoff a lamb curry that arrives with a delicious (Gluten Free!) roll.  
     Did I mention beer yet?


     Would these images be appropriate?  I don't want to post something off-topic

"The Enfield Haunting"
Conrad has seen hoardings to do with this on his journey into the city centre this week.
     Ah, this one obviously belongs in the "Desperate TV Studio Looking For Hefty Return" genre.  A few minutes of Google-fu revealed that the source material was a long-discredited poltergeist case from the Seventies.
     But what do I know.  It'll probably make millions, and resuscitate the original case.

Okay, it's an Enfield Rifle.
But - it is quite daunting!

"The Hell They Called High Wood" By Terry Norman
This book's title is peculiarly appropriate to the time of century, being a battle waged between the British and German armies of The First Unpleasantness.  Good lord, was this a battle of attrition!  Both were fighting over a wood that initially looked like the real thing, finally ending up as a sea of shell-holes overlaid by barbed wire, tree trunks, bodies and the rusting hulls of tanks.

A tank, with the original "Go-faster wheels"

     Does that sound rather grim?  Well it was!
     Mr Norman actually does a very good job on describing the "Fog Of War", which is what happens in real life, as opposed to plans and plots on paper - things go wrong, there are mis-understandings, messages do not reach who they should, orders go astray, people don't know where they are as opposed to where they should be.
     To sum up in 3 words: "interesting But Grim".

War? Tick. Foggy? Tick two

The Metro
They started it, not me! They have an anonymous blonde being escorted by one of - <thinks> er that boy band <thinks even harder> damn I've thrown the paper out <thinks a little more> well then you probably won't know either.
     The idea, if I can bring you back on focus, is that - Is This Really News?
     Given that it's headlines for the Daily Flyswatter, one has to say - Not.
     Prospective Metro Headlines:  "Atmosphere Remains Breathable!"
     "Water possesses the quality known as "WET" "
     "The Sun will rise tomorrow, promise promise, double-dye spit in your eye!"

NO!  Art Department, get on the case -

     Try again -

Oh close enough

Nuclear Weapons
I confess that when I asked Rick "What do you know about nuclear weapons?". I rather put him on the spot.
     This is back at work on Thursday, so - Rest Assured!  - we are no longer sacrificing current materal.  Rick is quick on the uptake, quite a clever chap, but he had nary a clue.
     I wonder, then, is it up to Conrad to fill the C21 generation with facts about the Buckets-of-instant-Sunshine brigade?
    Okay.  
    "Inter-Continental Ballistic Missiles":
     These guys are the heavy hammers, the Big Bang Burger/Borscht Boys, the ones that make more noise:

A home away from home.

     They travel across the North Pole track and have a yield that can vary from 150 kilotonnes to 20 megatonnes.  Typically, Russian missiles were not very reliable and needed huge warhead yields to <ahem> "dig 'em out in the craters"
     More tomorrow!

Well that is -
     There will definitely be more tomorrow.  How much, or how little, and how sensible or how insensible, depends on - actually it depends on your humble scribe and what side of bed he fell out of.  Toss your coin for left or right tonight, gentle reader!

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