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In The Spirit Of Longer Titles That May Increase Traffic
Or not.  Don't worry, I'll add a picture of a cute animal doing something silly and twang heartstrings that way.  Actually we* look to be on target for a possible 14,000 hits by the end of the weekend, so if you like the blog come back regularly and invite your friends.
     After all, everyone needs a little creative strangeness larded with whimsy in their lives, don't they? especially if Doctor Who and atom bombs get mentioned.

WATCH OUT! We're being charged by the sinister Wombattackers!
They are cute, though, aren't they?

Speaking Of Atom Bombs ...
I don't think I posted this title whilst on the subject of Buckets of Instant Sunshine**, although it's a corker as regards length. 

D. McKenzie:"Inventing Accuracy: A Historical Sociology of Nuclear Missile Guidance"

     I bet none of you knew it was possible to have such a topic, eh?
     A bit of a niche subject, though.  Don't think there will be many editions sold.

"Spooks: The Greater Good"
Aha!  yet another film poster to analyse in the inimitable BOOJUM! style - feet-first and generalising wildly.  What's that?  You want impartial, balanced, well-sourced reviews?
     GET OUT! 

A Stook.  Close enough.

     Okay.  Let me guess, ghosts not normally being associated with anything positive, this is a disgusting rom-com or just plain rom, about sexy good-looking ghosts getting it on with the living, and obviously inspired*** by those dreadful Twinklight films about day-glo vampires.  What's next? Frankie Stein The Jigsaw Underwear Model?  Doctor Terror's House of Nookie?

A Spool.  Also close enough

Mr Interesting And His Index Of Awesome
SIT BACK DOWN!
     I'll have you know this is riveting stuff, if you're an alien wearing a human disguise trying to mimic Hom. Sap. activities, like creating an index.
     Aha!  I thought.  Bewsher, old sausage, you've made an error.  You've put "6th Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders" and you must mean the 8th.
     And then he made the same error again, so I got out my "Order of Battle of Divisions", which lists all the divisions present in the First Unpleasantness, and what do I find?

Note 57

      A footnote about the 6th Argylls, who joined the 51st Division on 6th October 1918 - a salient fact that Mr Bewsher forgot to add.
     Order of Battle of Divisions - never leave the house without it.

Shakeshaft
As you ought to know by now - you HAVE been reading the blog faithfully for at least a year, haven't you? - Conad likes to muck around with words, the English language and also to have a regular schtick that he delivers regularly - recall his hilarious distortions of Doctor Who titles, or the prolonged series of posts about The Skreeming Voles^?
     I think I've got my teeth into poor old William Shakespeare now.  Let's see, how about the unpublished MSS for "MacBeth"?

"Lay on, MacDuff,

You big fat puff."

     Ah!  I can hear the howls of indignation already!


The End Product
Last night I had you either suffering from terminal brain-glaze or fascinated incomprehension as I posted photographs of me making ice-cream.  Briefly, you make a custard, puree strawberries, mix together vodka, lemon juice and icing sugar and stick it all in an ice-cream maker.

Hay Pesto!

     This is the end result, proper strawberry ice cream.  It doesn't look red because I haven't used food colouring^^, and when thawing a bowlful doesn't turn into a layer of slush one molecule thick.  The big industrial ice cream machines, you see, whip in a lot of air to bulk up the product.  Except possibly Ben and Jerry.

One Down!
This is a bit odd.  You know I've been posting about how two bulbs situated on the fifth floor of The Electric Goldfish Bowl have burnt out?

Hay Pesto!  Fiat Lux!^^^

     Pretty obviously one has been replaced.  Why only one?  Is it such a terrifyingly dangerous business that the shattered nerves of the electrician involved require weeks of therapeutic care and lager cocktails?
     I suppose we shall see on this one.

Unmanned Lunar Orbiter
Again, Conrad bows in the direction of J Willgoose, Esq., and the album "The Race for Space", because there's a quote at the end of "The Other Side" - as I remember it:"The unmanned Lunar Orbiter circled the Moon perhaps ten thousand times, but this is the first time that a human being spoke to his compatriots on Earth."
     "Unmanned Lunar Orbiter?" I thought.
     And you know me.  No sooner was lunchtime here than I fired up Google to see what was what and what was not and all that whatnot.
     Okay - the Lunar Orbiters were five spacecraft that were sent by NASA to orbit and map the Moon's surface, taking photographs and sending them back to Earth.

Orbiter, Lunar, one of

     They also took photographs of potential landing sites for the manned Apollo missions, 36 in all, and between them they mapped the whole of the Moon.  To avoid any possible navigational hazards for Apollo, they were all deliberately crashed onto the lunar service, which, if you stop to think about it, is a pretty rocking way to bow out.

Ah, the 60 minute limit is approaching and we*'ve already gone over 900 words.  Time to post and coast!

"Okay, prepping for powered descent, BOOJUM! you are go for launch, I repeat go for launch ..."


* The royal "we".  You can't take credit for the blog IT'S ALL MINE! Thank you.
** RAF slang, I can't take credit.
*** I use this term very loosely.  Very very loosely.
^ A fictional punk band with an extensive punning discography
^^ Or blood.  Just so we're clear.
^^^ Latin for "Let there be light". Not a car and washing-up powder.