- via the pages of Brewer's. Today I opened it at Page 658, and there in the left hand column is "Hellfire Club", established in Dublin in 1735, by a certain Tom Connolly.
What is Conrad's Official Real World surname? Go on, take a wild guess.
Yup, "Connolly".
What are the chances?
Oh, I realise that "Ham and jam" is a bit odd, but I believe it was one of the verbal recognition signals for the paratroopers seizing the Orne Canal way back in the Second Unpleasantness. Just so you know.
Sunday Begins
I'm afraid if you're looking for hellfire you've come to the wrong blog.
Tea! Crumpets! Books! This is as wicked as it gets at the Mansion |
"Bleeding Edge" By Thomas Pynchon
I feel a bit like having a tiger by the tail here. That is the accepted metaphor, although I am willing to bet it's entirely allusional with no basis in reality - no interviews with Mr Patel, aged 35, from Dhakar in Bangladesh about how he was dragged for miles by a Bengal tiger - as it is Conrad's firm belief that grasping a tiger's tail is certain to get said tiger's undivided attention, and that it is agile enough to render the tail-grabber into a collection of dog food, yeah verily.
Go on. I dare you |
There are also references that Tom makes, which Conrad simply has to check out, since Tom is inventive and fertile enough to convincingly portray the utterly fictional as fact. Thus, "Script Kiddie". This is a real thing, an unskilled agent who uses other people's scripts in order to try and big themselves up in the eyes of the computer community. Technically deficient, they can be unwittingly destructive as they ponce and preen on the internet**.
A Festival-Goer's Guide To The Sun
The sun is our local star, a yellow dwarf, and our main source of Infra Red and Ultra Violet radiation. Here is a picture for recognition purposes:
A sun |
First of all, don't worry! It is highly unlikely that your festival attendance will be interrupted by the sun, so go ahead and enjoy yourself, bearing the following in mind.
Firstly, it is possible to protect yourself by shielding your skin from the harmful emanations that come from the sun. We recommend this:
Note: air supply is optional but recommended if you have hay fever |
The other alternative to a physical barrier is a chemical one, and we recommend this:
Well-oiled***. |
One side effect of having the sun spoil your festival is that the ground will instantly begin to dry up, eventually becoming hard and unforgiving. So if you've been overdoing the beer and fall over, don't expect the lovely soft comfortable landing on this -
A Short Photo-essay About Food
I know what you're thinking, "Oh really, Conrad - padding the post out with a lot of pictures because you ran out of ideas"
Ha! As if! <looks worriedly from side to side> they haven't got a camera in here, have they ...
Okay, picture the first:
Coleslaw |
Mooooving swiftly on, we come to ice cream:
Mixing at work |
And the results of a quick trip to the Co-Op:
Onion batons and date-expired sushi |
A Little Critical Analysis
It's okay, Paul and Art, you don't need to cower today, instead we will look at a little ditty entitled "Michael Finnegan".
"There was a man called Micheal Finnegan"
Yes, very good, introducing the character.
"He grew whiskers on his chinnegan"
Reaching with the rhyme a bit there. Go on-
"The wind came out and blew them in again -"
No! NO NO NO NO NO! NO! The wind speed sufficient to cause horripinjection would destroy the surface of the planet!
"Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again"
How can he, the world has ended.
What a depressing song. Did Morrisey or Mr E compose it?
*That makes me a rock 'n' roll rebel, doesn't it?
** Why, that almost sounds like BOOJUM!'s Mission Statement
*** Sorry.
^ You are lucky. Don't argue.
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