As I didn't get up until 8:45 this morning.
Yes yes yes, I know, terrifically dull stuff unless you are Conrad, yet it matters to me. On a normal workday I have to be up at 6:30, to have the de rigeur shave and shower, then to hasten downstairs and assemble the components for lunch; you can't put your Ice Cream Breakfast Man stuff in a tub the night before otherwise you get Strawberry Slop on the following day, and that bottle of ice in the freezer will definitely thaw overnight and be mere H2O the next day.
Ah, I can hear you now - "Tell us, Conrad! Why did you lurch out of your pit so early on a Saturday?"
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| Someone had a cracking time! |
Well Because Of - Hair
As you surely know by now*, Conrad is getting on in years (less a spring chicken than an autumn boiler). Yet he maintains a touching self-belief thanks to not being entirely bald, even if whatever Hairy Underside is now more of a whiter shade of pale** than grey.
This week there were high winds, not merely strong but also chilly, although their temperature is more a discussion point than a wonder, this being the UK.
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| Connolly the Cashiered Colonel look |
'This is not good,' he tells himself - persistent talking to self a common failing of Conrad - 'I look like a Mad Scientist, rather than a world-spanning conqueror of continents.'
So today it was out of the pit and into the hairdresser's, to be seen to by Pepe.
Why Are Teeth So Badly Designed?
I think I have a point here. This post is partly because Breen the birthday-party beer
Now, having had my own share of dental troubles in the past, I can tell you that the human tooth ought to consist of a mighty mass of enamel, full stop. None of this nonsense about having nerves at the base of the tooth. Why is a nerve needed? Hmmm?
A solid mass of bone, that would make more sense.
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| Erm - yes. Yes indeed. |
To those of us of A Certain Age, any mention of this word instantly brings up fond memories of The Banana Splits Show:
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| No! He's really really tall and they're real life |
- wait a minute, I think we've got off-topic here.
More hair-related activities. Conrad was sitting idly at the hairdressers, pondering what was going on where with whom, although he couldn't summon up enough motivation to propel his ideas, when -
A song came on the radio. Young chatty hair-stylist dodges over and waves her mobile phone at the radio, then calls out "OoohI got it!
This is the debut of "Shazzam", a mobile phone application that can listen to and identify songs.
Colour Conrad impressed at the development of 2015 Devil Box Technology. This app has the potential to create world peace and solve the energy crisis all in one, especially if applied via the i-pod.
Today's Coincidence
This has a Star Trek theme. Dawn posted on Facebook about a bizarre dream she'd been having. We shan't go into it, too personal, although I can reveal it did involve cannibals and a big pit.
Conrad, ever ready to throw a thing or two into the meme mix, felt smart enough to add a comment:
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| Comment upper left:"Can you form some kind of rudimentary lathe?" |
This line comes as a spoof comment on the "Star Trek" episode "Arena"***, where Kirk is pitted in solo combat against the Gorn, a slow but hideously tough lizard alien -
- and who appears in a photo here at the lower right?
Getting Sold A Lemon
I understand that this phrase is American and refers to buying a Whatnot that turns out to consequently be rather crap.
Not at my Enormous And Yet Still Unidentified Employer:
These to the value of thousands were distributed out across the office floor on Friday - Conrad avoided the "Pud" version as this looks to be high Chocolate Risk.
* I realise that I use this phrase a lot. BUT IT'S RELEVANT! Thank you.
** Thank you Procul Harum
*** Really, one of the top episodes of the original series.
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